Blow windy blow.
Pour down the water, Sky.
I can feel your frozen soul
Even when you're starting cry.
Life is full of different things-
Bowl of expiriences.
Find your wings and start to fly...
Flowers are grown on a sandy ground.
Sun is out but it always sayes "Hi!".
Nasty, sad rain will be bound
So i've come to say to you "goodbye".
Today i will set off and start to fly
So far and hight!
Автор: Середа Ольга