Нікіта Кісельов — Крила лелеки

From point A to point B The wind will carry you So you’d forget Along the way Your pains were fierce The sun’s shadows on the fields Have already laid a new path That’s my mantra In far-off wanderings Like love’s slate-gray bird

That’s how it happens The heart in the chest doesn’t beat And the only beacons Are the moon and the stars

If I had a stork’s wings I’d fly far away And my only creed Would be the sun and the sky If I had a stork’s wings I’d fly forever And my only medicine Would be the moon and the stars

I want to fly across at once In the golden hour The whole earth And with watercolor Wash away the rivers between us So the soul, between the floors Among those birds’ formations Could slip through And fall asleep On one of the shores

That’s how it happens The heart in the chest doesn’t beat And the only beacons Are the moon and the stars

If I had a stork’s wings I’d fly far away And my only creed Would be the sun and the sky If I had a stork’s wings I’d fly forever And my only medicine Would be the moon and the stars

If I had a stork’s wings I’d fly forever And my only medicine Would be the moon and the stars