We’re together again, yet I’m alone,
As the cold dawn falls asleep,
Once more, a city of soulless machines,
A city that doesn’t exist...
A bird beats its wings in vain,
But cannot see the glass ahead,
Yearning again to reach the sky,
Where the sun and the moon are spread.
[Chorus]
To unfurl my wings anew,
And see the world from on high,
To dive into freedom and might,
And touch the purest beauty nearby.
But I beg you, little bird,
Stay with me, behind this glass,
Freedom visits us only in dreams—
In truth, there’s a war in this trap.
But only when we’re together,
And warmth fills our fragile dome,
No one will vanish in empty sky—
And we’ll find our way back home.
To unfurl my wings anew,
And see the world from on high,
To dive into freedom and might,
And touch the purest beauty nearby.
Адаптация: " Мир с высоты "
Wings of the Dawn
© Copyright: Андрей Фишт, 2025
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