There are heavens infinitely high,
Above the sticky, mundane dust of everyday life;
They call out to us forever, yet remain lonely.
Standing beneath them, one dreams of having wings.
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Есть небеса бесконечно высокие,
Выше прилипчивой будничной пыли,
Вечно зовущие и одинокие.
Стоя под ними, мечтаешь о крыльях.