I want to be a bird and fly away,
Where you can sing freely
Where there are no fake people and lies
And provocations of plebeian rusks.
Where people with a big soul live.
Morality and principles, where there is peace.
Words, actions are one thing for them,
And not to use talent is crap.
To distort lives
And to take revenge forever,
If only to hear a rhyme,
Forgive -
They are difficult,
There is only one way out:
Take a suitcase and disappear...
Enough torment, standard phrases,
Ugly and scary eyes.
To ruin life,
To take away talent.
For such monsters -
The road to hell.
Sing freely
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