Текст песни Никотин - Выше

With his head raised to heaven
All my life I dreamed of knowing what is there?
Beyond the sky and clouds
Beyond the line of ordinary words.
Did you want to learn to fly
From the sky, take stars with your hands
Your favorite place is the roof
And in my head it sounds insistently: "Higher!"
"Higher!" "Higher!" "Higher!"

Chorus:
The higher the better and lighter
The easier it is to breathe in a tired body.
And your spirit breaks a little higher
On the free flight, up from this roof!
Higher! Higher! Higher! Higher!

Faster than the wind clouds to tear,
Do not even remember life on Earth
Dreaming of racing in the blue distances
Away from everyone, but wherever they would wait
Catch the freshness of the winds.
Live far above the pull of shackles
And let you not be above the roof
It sounds insistent in my head: "Higher"
Higher! Higher! Higher!

Chorus.