The proud birb,you fly hign.In anthracite sky of the mad nights.Confusing ordinary people,by beauty and by splendor of the wing.

You have no of the fear,nor the barriers.Invisible star,calls in the clouds.And in your eyes - an unearthly sadness,you are a strong bird,but it is sad.

Black angel of sorrow,you must catch the breath.Sit on a cloud, be silent in silence.There, in sky, anything fittingly deaths? In the same way, I feel your a music. In the same way. I understand you.

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