Besides the pleasant life in our country
There is a place for cruelty disgust.
And everyday, except the week-end Sunday,
I breath the air, full of pOlitical dust.
What should we do with our country:
To keep on living or go away.
But I believe in a week-end Sunday.
Someday it'll come, a savy day.
Oh, God! My dear country,
Someday you'll rise from dark disgust.
And every day'll be only Sunday.
And I will breath without dust.
A Savy Sunday
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