My heart s among skyscrapers

My heart's among skyscrapers, at its height it flies
My heart's among skyscrapers, in the web of the lights
In the center of traffic, at the crossing of trends,
My heart's among skyscrapers, wherever it lands.

Frames of the human hive is a real piece of class,
Rushing heaven-high pillars of the eye striking glass.
My admirations to powers which it surely holds,
Rush up to my aims its secret voice hardly calls.

These crystal columns – they prop up the sky.
Look! By their boarders bright glassy road lie.
Am I going to find the pair of proper skates?
Gliding up into clouds to rest on its glades.

See how the sundogs on its glasses dance,
As morning sun notice all them at a glance.
When it brightly dances on each giant’s scale.
It dances on this plate-glass chain mail.

By night, when its shining cuts out through the dark,
Like glowing necklace which shines with each spark,
Like hundreds of stars, its mysterious light,
Reflected on Earth in black mirror of night.

Goodnight to the giants that contain dozen souls.
Goodnight to the passions, like stormy winds blows.
Goodnight to the loneliness in hearth of the crowd,
Among all these monuments which make me so proud.

My heart's among skyscrapers, at its height it flies
My heart's among skyscrapers, in the web of the lights
In the center of traffic, at the crossing of trends,
My heart's among skyscrapers, wherever it lands.