Your Wings are Untied
Ãóëüíàðà Ýëðîä Óìàðáåêîâà
Your wings are untied, your soul's free to roam
High skies, deep waters, caves, untamed slopes!
Why does it cry to stay, to be tied up,
To sit inside parfumed envelope?
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