When a person becomes picoaga man into a bird,Then someone always turns into the sky,Washes from your face,Draws the eye from the hues of dawn,is higher on a little bit,For a brief span between the body and the God,Getting older in the quiet of old age under the sun suddenly became syllable.Becoming sincere in the happiness and flour by Bending the last in the life of the issue,Finds himself the solution in tvokids birds its fiery star.But something else unconsciously sydakova their wings to man:When man turns into a bird,Then someone always turns in the cage.