9 February 2013
Innocent creature,
Do no harm.
Pure as an angel,
Fair as their songs.
Fly to the clouds,
Sing to the wind,
Head towards the sunlight,
Battle the sin.
Oh, if we all could
Fly like the birds
Like angels who hear
Every beautiful word,
Then we, too, could stand
At heaven's gate.
We'd except are past,
And fulfill our fate.
In Clouds Above • Opuss № I