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Recently you soared in the sky

Feeding on the sun, warm wind

And this world was wonderful, magic,

And everything was great this summer.

As soon as the golden autumn has come,

You wanted to know the hidden prohibitions

Your friend tasted the sweet fruit

And on this day you took off your vows.

You have recognized passion, languor, lust,

You enjoyed it all to the fullest,

Thought life wasn’t so bad

And all the fuss around is just one vanity.

Years passed and got much older

And everything is boring, it does not please at all,

And I remembered how wonderful it was before

As day after day I dreamed, did not know the problems.

And then one early warm morning,

You greased your wings, rubbed and combed

But the skills, unfortunately, are vaguely remembered,

Without modesty, he put himself on a pedestal.

And the whole day you remembered your flights,

As I rushed to the sky, I flew there for a long time,

You have not experienced long falls and ups,

And you were happy, loved, bored, dreamed.

And a little towards evening the fallen angel cried,

That I wanted so headlong to go to heaven,

And soon he fell asleep, was very tired,

And only in a dream… he flew up like a bird boldly.