Peaks and ridges that rush to heaven

No tracks, no concrete, no dusty, noisy city,
No office - the one that you once chose yourself ...
Closing your eyes, you again draw in your mind the mountains,
Their peaks and ridges that rush to heaven.
There the air is so ringing and the wind is so free,
And the spirit of motionless, powerful bodies is so calm,
That you, having arranged life and getting used to it like,
You realize in the mountains - you wanted something else!


Didn't you dream of getting to the top?
To touch the clouds, to exclaim loudly "ah!",
Seeing the edelweiss, which has grown vastly
Among large stones, in untouched meadows.


There is a WORLD (and not a small world - practical and capricious),
There is no need for status and your career growth.
He is full of purity, love, adventurism,
Incomprehensibly wise, incredibly simple.


There you can be yourself and say "not in the subject",
And speak out loud to yourself:
You are just a person, free from the system,
And the world is not your enemy.
And you are not his enemy.