To the Pilot!

You're carried away by the wind of malicious change,Not to leave even shadows behind in exchange.You're flying, as free as a bird, in the sky,Always trying to cut bitter memories' tie.Your flights are just the medicine from the boring day,When sadness, grief and sorrow cannot find the way,And ghosts of former days don't give you sleep.It is enough to make the angels weep.You want to reach the happy sky at any rate,My bird of paradise, we cannot fly from fate.You spread your wings and fly away like autumn leaves,Despite all difficulties, troubles and beliefs.And time, reality, success are almost nothing,When little birds are singing, chirping, laughing,And these fantastic clouds scud across the sky,Let guardian angel be with you, my dear butterfly.