Lot Ikara [English translation]

Father has warned me when was making the wings

of flight on my own.

But target of mine - whistle of thoughts- drown out those words

and tendons it pulled like a string

So up!- above the heads, the ceilings, the earth!

In rustle of ruffling feathers!

The highest temple is closed by a roof

But me- above the roof! Between clouds!

They shout - Blindness! They shout its pride!

I with my arms repel down the sky

and catch in the pupils great distance

where everything is small and everyone is tiny!

Their uproar absorbed

by fanfare of silence-

For them - flight in abyss

For me- above!

Their town - patch of bark covered in maze

What - dead- from the trunk fell

Their Nation - handful of islands floating into blue

Existence of theirs - march of a cockroach

Clouds humble necks i scatter with speed,

Somewhere behind me wind howl like a dog;

I don't ask for the way, i won't be looking for roads

I am myself a way into beyond!

They shout - Blindness! They shout its pride!

I with my arms repel down the sky

and catch in the pupils great distance

where everything is small and everyone is tiny!

Their uproar absorbed

by fanfare of silence-

For them - flight in abyss

For me- above!

Winged and naked, between crambs of light

I look at Olypmics of gods;

Their feats and fights - like a march of a cockroach

their Parnassus - maze on the bark...

They don't see me revolve around like a moon

-haze of inhuman faces-

Until one accidentally touches me with heat

and throws involuntary - into nothing.

On background of heaven i burn out a bright trace

My trace - now last, unstable, but my own

And i fall like a comet, momentary flame

Maybe fulfilling someones wish

And i fly in silence-

Me- Heat - drill trough cold

And everything gos above,

And me - into deep.