A gust of wind, and the serpent soared high,
Rejoicing in the brightness of summer light.
With ribbons, the diamond has conquered the blue,
Precisely tailed mini comet.

The roar of the turbines - the plane went up,
Leaving on aquamarine.
Weak people without wings were born,
That is why we are seduced tops.

Feelings rush - I flew headlong,
So your kisses are voluptuous!
In cloud caresses I soared, in dreams,
Dropping to the ground alarm ballasts.