Крила / Wings from Son by Obiymy Doschu

Your life rushes ahead
Until you are parted
Not a child anymore
You are staring into the grey abyss
Of the usual non-existence

The world darkens around you
And your wings are lost
Like a wounded bird
You fall down, powerless
Struggling to overcome your fear

To emerge from the dirt into the pouring rain
And to soar again fearlessly
Into the blue skies
Winged or wingless

When there's no purpose in life
Everything around is a mystery
Still you're reluctant to move
Waiting for the snow to melt
But you will melt sooner

Or, clawing your way out of ice
Break through the grip of loneliness
Breathe in deeply and
Fly free
Towards your goal

Fly
Forward,
Amid hundreds of tired flocks,
Where the cries
Of storks
Lead you to the unseen land
Fly above the hell of fires
Through flames, through ashes and smoke
And if you have burned your wings
Rise up and walk on
Before you start waiting
For the promised paradise
Follow the thorny path
And choose your destiny
The right time has come!

Break away
From the routine of tedious days
Fly high
Find what you have long lost
Follow
The songs of the half-spoken words
Go out
In search of your cherished dreams

• Rock
• crossover prog
• prog rock
• progressive rock
• symphonic prog
• symphonic rock
• Kyiv