Somewhere high in the sky
Lives an angel
but alas I do not even try
to predict all the possible danger
or to stop me desire to fly
and again I can make my beginning
to the most unfortunate end
and my life and my soul is spinning
I play fair I dont pretend
may be funny and joyfully grinning
like the stars that above us arise
I proceed to the holy being
that hides secrets in depest disguise
maybe dangerous flight to the spaces
and the goal is so hard to reach
but the feeling of winning embraces
I can live I can breathe I can teach
and again I'm wrestling with moonshine
that tries certainly spoil my day
and I drink just a gulp of red wine
I'm alive i continue my way
Somewhere high in the sky
Lives an angel
but alas I do not even try
to predict all the possible danger
or to stop me desire to fly
Somewhere high in the sky
© Copyright: Михаил Ефимкин, 2009
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