Fountain. I'd like to Fly (№ 343857)

The city went crazy, people in a hurry,
Slowly hardens my soul.
The kitchen was filled with the smoke of smoldering cigarettes
Barely audible echoes of yesterday's victories.
I would now fly over the clouds
In a parallel world to dive with the head,
I'd like to fly, wave your hands,
But fall the hardest.