Talents left my country for another,
Taking their dignity with them,
Some drove from the prison cell or rather
Left a week before the prison cell.
Those who left were not some heroes, though -
How do you define a hero's deed?
Those who left could not go with the flow,
Even if the flow was of best breed.
They just left and did not ask for pity,
They all had the same issue at hand:
They were all too smart and all too witty,
And the country never loved all that.
They left through "you can't" and "we prohibit",
With a one-way ticket in their bag,
Customs were on guard to frisk exhibits,
Frowning at who is not turning back.
They did not leave at the heart's tell-tale,
They just left for what is leaving worth,
They abandoned all these skies and jail,
Occupying one-sixth of the Earth.
Hour of payoff no one would rather,
Hour, tiresome and painfully unfair,
Talents left my country for another,
Left it just to stay in it forever.