When I run on a grass,
Silent wind, sings in soul,
I break by smile my ice,
All this I know
And fate - helping to love,
My fun, she in me, not in dreams
My day, flies by dove
My night, not the end, gives wings
When I run on a grass –
All from happiness in tears,
Hear singing of stars,
My destiny nears
Even sun can't eclipse,
Fire of hope, which in me
Blood will not moisten lips
Entire my world, I can see
When I run on a grass -
I feel in myself something new,
Freedom in sky and in us –
I fly over ground, to you…
When I run on a grass
© Copyright: Владимир Сикорских, 2006
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