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I fell from heaven and filled the river ,
Becoming a home among the red clay ,
Washing away the dust from the minarets of Mecca ,
Returning life the age-old ruins.

I fell from the sky and was so happy
Smashed on the old stones ,
Sharing on your part ,
And stack on someone's shutters .

I fell from the sky and was so passionate,
Moistened silk bright red dress.
My life for you - bad weather.
My holiday - your curse .

I fell from the sky and carried cool ,
Patterns in the eyes of statues .
Puffy eyelids , dumb views
Dressed in eternal armor .

I fell into the sea, whisking foam
I know the secrets of the window frames .
I represent the structure of the universe ,
Once I stack on its seams.

Lost in the pockets of Time
Where the second recoiling nests
I have known the joy of each seed ,
Rejecting the roots , reaching for the stars.

I soared into the crazy flips
I brushed away the obstacles , I still managed to
Assemble the parts yourself with asphalt,
From under dimensional stamping feet.

I fell into the sky , not knowing Numbers
I turned myself in waterfalls.
I fell into the sky - and in this sense.
I fell into the sky - and this is true