Higher

Маленькое хулиганство. Перевод моего стихотворения «Пора подниматься выше» (см. На странице).


We've come to take you higher, to take you home. You can do it. For you have learned. One school is finished, and the time has come for another to begin.
Richard Bach. Jonathan Livingston Seagull.


Please do believe me, my words and my dreams,
Do, listen.
Life is your truth, and it really exists.
Death misses.

Life is a light of a boundless love
And hope,
As for the rest, leave it flying above -
T’s just rope.

Up in the skies. What a chime in the air!
You’re tired…
Is there a bound? You can move everywhere
And higher.

Life if a flight to the heavens in song
And spaces,
Where your wing holds the skies and the down
Embraces.

It is a knowledge you’ve got in surprise -
No reason -
Taking your soul (if you open you eyes)
Out of prison.

Back to yourself. Just begin, and despite
Your sorrows,
You’ll realize - it’s somewhere inside.
You know it.