Глядя вверх

I raise my head higher to see the next
And wonder, «Wow, I was thinking about earlier?»
I like a convict with his leg chained to the core
I live one day, one life, one way
The same old hope everything is still
My discovery, like a fish — not the first freshness
My events are remembered drinking of
With or without him, nothing more
I know many, many people know me, in turn,
But who among them would undermine late at night?
When I need to be urgently and they are not very
Not everyone, however, does not matter, I do not god
Not raised his wings or horns are not
Another wooden boy in the world of fools
Who nevertheless saw something above — where the wind
And I began to understand why living in the world
I raise my head and shoulders above what would have been
better to hear
Breath of life today, who would describe it?
I understand — my niche is too insignificant
And I was born to be not just a consumer
You’ve seen his parents eyes when you feel bad
Have you tried living on taste — it is cruel
My best teacher — experience
Only time will tell where the snow, where the soot
Where would cost to make a half step, and where it was not
worth
Who is a friend who is an enemy, so who was passing by with
you
I make plans to go upright
I realized that something for which you have to be and to
live every minute
Not shelving their last real
Whatever the future has been dead as autumn leaves
Then from the sky why do not the court look to the bottom
I raise my head higher than usual and starting to talk like
that do not habitually
I replaced the language of others as if the words are flying
out of his mouth burn like the sparks
I low is the roof of the house go out
To see something that seemed familiar
According to the new and talk about this new way
Without question his own voice
Crossing the pedestrian strip
I’m going to look for a gap of freedom in the masonry,
Outside smoothly, but I see flaws
As in the speech clause, as in the text misprints
Do you sleep peacefully and sweetly, you keep your feet warm
As I thought more important to keep clean
Then quickly realize that there is truth and what is a bluff
And why do so few people are looking up.
That is, it’s not the way you want and would not
And you’re standing still, but in the soul of fatigue
And then it breaks and burns
And here, as background in the eyes of the clouds soar
And you know, you realize that everything else
Let a lot of dirt, but the soul is richer
And all the doubts disappear suddenly
And you’re sure the people at heart fly
Rise above what you hear?
This heart beats, see
Do not seek power, but live with passion
This heart beats inside
I remember each has a bird that breaks out
And do not stop a bird in the heart wants.