My voice will never be heard
Don’t protect me from NATO countries
I didn’t ask you for that
I need some Atlantic breeze
Mixed with fume of my cigarette
You brave or coward warriors
Don’t shoot me for the music I play
I really can’t get your phobias
There is no point to stay
Wild people clash and fight
For the reasons they can’t explain
Or in case they can, I’m in fright
To know they’re completely insane
I could be shot from both sides
Freedom fighters from the West
With beasts from the East collide
Me is the victim among the rest
Who doesn’t support the world
Of disastrous competition
But my voice will never be heard
Cause it contradicts the tradition.
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