Another poem by teenage Villego – Libertina, saga hero Echo Freedom.
(PS. This is, of course, my advanced school line.)
Technical melody
A ferocious symphony, the sky opens above me,
Whenever I feel it.
All these notes of dust mist take away,
who falls into his eyes.
It's love professed as if illegally,
It's love for a lit opera.
This love played by a turbocharger
To the gravel, forest and stones...
The dust rises to the sky,
into fog turns or sand wind,
and velocity is simply a method tune,
which is created by the conductor with his engine.
The fire surrounds a tin empty chimney,
Which, in scarlet, burns innocently.
It burns innocently, sometimes a flame flashes,
When he cuts off the fire even for a second.
It's rising rapidly to the sky.
Hanging in the air blue party.
The crowd is delighted to be drunk,
When they see Lancer flying mad...
