I see a mark - a point of no return, It's in the air follow any aircraft When tiny trace cross over horizont I get the nod to fly from heavens network It's only step but every do this step And then selection goes it's own path In chains that daily we choose for themselves: To be on top or crumble down at once! And even if you try not to trespass New pure day with actions from the sumps You always get them as if rehearsal Of hyper jump into the better life... And only on the Heights, when time stand still Where no way to be hidden or returned, You pray to Luck: "Let keep the steering wheel! I must survive in pursuit of MY POINT!"