Где-то там, рным и безрадостным закатом парил бедный и грустный Икар. Был полёт, была свобода, только не было радости и восхищения. Потому что ничто не манило, не грело, не жгло крылья. Потому что не было Солнца. Закат был чёрен и безрадостен. Была только тихая песня, которую пел бедный и грустный Икар...
Polly Wants a Cracker
I think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I've been true
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To please myself
Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like more food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few
Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct
