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If you ask if I will fly - I answer you: "I'm screaming right away!" It is impossible already - something inside me to tighten me. I will fly - as if - aiming at madness, headlong. I will open the wings for flight, and ... right, right, left ... With birds flying south, and I will go - in a world beautiful, different and different, to ride a paradise there. I will roam in a celestial azure, I will lie on white clouds and I will seek where Amur is, with the arrows on me aiming. Heavy verse as a song sounds, but is it a song for me? Hem tearing anger fuchsia, my soul makes me moan? Here my spirit wanders in a nuisance, tinged with woes, fatigue ... I am a stranger in my own city, unknown for your favorite people ... If you ask if I will fly - I answer you: "I'm screaming right away!" And that's why I'm gonna mourn ... I do not want any reward!