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cinematic folk metal, dark folk rock, ethereal female vocals, melismatic singing, aggressive male spoken word, male and female duet, heavy distorted guitars, orchestral strings, folk instruments, war drums, atmospheric synths, epic anthemic chorus, dynamic range from quiet to explosive, russian folk choir, dramatic, dark but hopeful, cinematic, raw and powerful, emotional crescendo, no screaming

[Intro: male whisper, slow, intimate, with reverb, vinyl crackle] They clipped your wings... but you still fly. Run. [Verse 1: male vocal, aggressive, spoken, rhythmic, fast] I've been walking barefoot through the ashes of a stolen dream, Where the static screams and nothing's ever clean. Voices whispering to quit, they want a silent show, But I've crawled too far to drown in what they think they know. Every scar's a silver medal for the war inside, Every tear's a bitter fuel I no longer hide. They don't see the heavy gravity behind my eyes, Till I break the cage and catch them by surprise. [Chorus 1: female vocal, folk, melismatic, powerful, soaring] Ой, лети-и-и... где ветра не лгу-у-т, Где ни цепи, ни клетки тебя не найду-у-т. Ты лети-и-и... пусть за спиною зола, Пусть чужая земля отпустила, ушла. [Chorus 1b: female vocal, folk, melismatic, powerful, soaring] Что за крылья мне дали — не сон, не молва, Это шрамы поют, это стонет трава. Не гляди-и-и, сокол мой, назад — Там ни дома, ни матушки — пепел да сад. [Chorus 1c: female vocal, melismatic, soaring, high notes] Ой, да-а-а... лети-и-и... Уле-та-а-ай... [Verse 2: male vocal, aggressive, building, faster] We were fed on plastic promises on concrete streets, Where the static in the air only teaches defeat. But I fed my hunger with the cold and pouring rain, Turned the whisper in my chest to a hurricane. Now I'm standing on the ledge of a thousand doubts, Looking down at all the fire that they tried to douse. No more waiting for permission, no more waiting for a sign, I am rewriting the borders, I am crossing the line. [Bridge: male and female duet, building, overlapping, powerful] Let me go... let the gravity break! How much more of this dark can a heartbeat take? I would rather burn out in a blaze of gold, Than be another tragic story left untold. Let me touch the sky... [Final Chorus: female vocal, folk, full power, with male backing vocals, epic] Ой, лети-и-и... где ветра не лгу-у-т, Где ни цепи, ни клетки тебя не найду-у-т. Ты лети-и-и... пусть за спиною зола, Пусть чужая земля отпустила, ушла. [Final Chorus 1b: female vocal, full power, with male backing vocals, epic] Что за крылья мне дали — не сон, не молва, Это шрамы поют, это стонет трава. Не гляди-и-и, сокол мой, назад — Там ни дома, ни матушки — пепел да сад. [Outro: female vocal, a cappella, fading, distant, intimate] Ой, лети-и-и... Через поле, через воду... Через ды-ы-ым... На заре — станешь волей, Станешь ты — молоды-ы-ым... [Final whisper: female vocal, fading, with wind sound] Лети... [Fade out: strings, wind, silence]