Wingless Flight - Павел Кашин

Welcome, today’s the night of the undaunted

Courses of wingless flight for all who want it

Flaming to worm the sky — s’no extra measure

Training you how to fly will be my pleasure, the pleasantest, the purest of

them all

Don’t worry if you die, that’s an unimportant question

No glory in the sky for the mind of a pedestrian

Every time you look around someone’s falling to the ground

You are getting death-resistant every time you falling down

Keep steady, swishing sound, diving under thundercloud

Don’t look toward the ground — there is an unfriendly crowd

It has cost you all you knew, there is nothing any new

Down there’s all too many of those who’s craving being you

Angels are going round, so are the crows

Crowds are making ground towards your house

Crowds turn into bombs when mixed with liquors

Angry with being dumb when loudspeakers tear apart the sky above their silly

heads

Don’t worry if you die, that’s an unimportant question

No glory in the sky for the mind of a pedestrian

Every time you look around someone’s falling to the ground

You are getting death-resistant every time you falling down

Keep steady, swishing sound, diving under thundercloud

Don’t look toward the ground — there is an unfriendly crowd

It has cost you all you knew, there is nothing any new

Down there’s all too many of those who’s craving being you