I would wave my arms
And fly —
Not with my sins
Not with the weight of sins.
The sky is for swallows
And nightingales.
As if I could
Follow the birds.

I remembered the ravens,
Kites together with vultures.
They are considered evil,
Participants in robberies.

And how am I worse?
If they can, so can I,
Big deal, a sinner.
All are like that —
With beaks, with claws.
My kin,
Wait! I am with you too!