Wings grow stronger on the blast,
That means danger of death is passed!
That means flying o'er Earth beneath
Life is overtaking death!
I'm in one of those PA planes,
High above a chain of cranes,
Back to my Motherland I fly,
And delightedly I cry:
Wings grow stronger on the blast,
I'll be in Russia by morn, at last!
That means - I shall live and write,
Love with my heart all flaming bright!
April 26th 1993.
In flight, over the South
Atlantic Ocean
Translated from Russian
by Walter May
Flight
© Copyright: Игорь Михайлусенко, 2004
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