I'm gonna leave my native prison,
A homeland loved by me in past.
Today I see a real treason,
Unfortunatly going fast.
The slaves screamed us: "You shall not pass!"
They still afraid thirty-years events.
Establishment will warm its ass,
Who's gonna care about agreements?
Skilled persons try to leave their homes
Transformed in sources of the anger.
We know tomorrow never comes
So everyone becomes a stranger.
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The strangers
© Copyright: Лео Лунарис, 2019
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