They shouted to me
Those terrible retirement home nurses:
Shut your mouth already
And don't try to get away
It was a night
When from the window of that old peoples torture house
I escaped
That may enlighten them (the nurses)
From behind of the thundering of the airplane motor
When the propeller whizzes
I will shout in joy
And once more push off to the sky
And when the waves beach
And the moon is shining
I will fly and everything else will be cut off
It is long way from here
The (state) where I will only hear the wind
And only the coastless sky is my limit
It read in the newspaper
The most harsh fate of the flying hero
The leader
Who will he order to be shot
Dreams
Dreams of crones (and) old men to be put behind the locks
From the passageway
Shutting the lights off
What can I do about the world
When I once will go away
No bubbles to the syringe
But straigth to the noise and the flurry of snow
And when the waves beach
And the moon is shining
I will fly and everything else will be cut off
It is long way from here
The (state) where I will only hear the wind
And only the coastless sky is my limit