Somewhere there are parallel worlds.
Where we fly, and not to offend anyone,
And all dream, we dream about something
And everyone’s health,
Joy and happiness.

We take off and breathe.
And nothing at all, not understanding
We hear whispers to us by nature.
And you have no reason for even a tiny alarm.
Where all live for centuries, and played there the stars.
Oh! If I was that our world.
Oh! If our world was perfect.
Oh! If our world was like in fairy tales.
But it is too small for the inhabitants of the eternal.
And here it is impossible to fly.
And the dream of us hopelessly.
Oh, how I want to go back to the
Parallel Worlds.
But it is not possible.
Our world, such as it is
Joyless and hopeless