We live in huge and wild jungle,
Where there’s no place for love n’peace,
Where if you just another muggle,
You’ll die from every small decease.
You get up early in the morning,
Your day’s about to begin,
Again you dap in pouring boiler,
Hell-city wheel sets up to spin.
The time here flows like mountain river
With roar of metal dirty cars.
You spend your life in chains of silver
With soul of black fragile glass.
Welcome to the jungle
© Copyright: Борис Шаров, 2013
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