You know languages of winds,
but only freedom everywhere.
The sky is clear again. It means
what sun and liberty together.

But I am lynx, and you my light,
light for sunflowers and mornings.
And every days and every nights
you name as secret I am calling.

You give me wings and I am fly
for you and don"t afraid the fire.
 The gloom was died. I know why.
Because the darkness it is mire.

"Today" , "tomorrow" for us...
 And "yesterday" ... was stay in letters
to dreams. The sky has many eyes.
And even you, please, don"t forget it.