| <Flying> page <The Heir Of The Future> album page |
In Hope Of A JkyWhen I'm standing on the edge of precipiceAnd sea is shaking down With its strong waves against the coast And somewhere far away the horizon is seen That horizon, where sea and sky are the same And strong northern wind Is shaking me in the chest. I take a look in the sky! In a wonderful blue northern sky Which beckons and calls my imagination And also myself Its white - grey clouds are following above me Shaking my imagination and fantasies With its beautiful and powerful forms Sky is so deep blue above my head, that sometimes I think I see the silence of space But as far my look is going to the north As the sky becomes more and more blue Its calls me! All sounds, coming in my interior Noise of waves and smell of sea Cold but nice wind Cry of birds, flying high above the sea All voice of blue northern sky Covers me with its blanket and takes me away, Far away, for the limits of my consciousness And subconsciousness, For the limits of my imagination and fantasies It takes me to another world Where I can't feel the reality Where I will see my bright blue sky forever! |