Taste of Freedom
Fresh air, the freedom tastes good
from the banal structures and hoardings,
there is a wish that silently visits me now
in the same routes, the same destinations
I have left the defeat aside,
for a while now I shut all the doors
to the squabbles, to the debauchery
filling my dawn with the new colors.
I have tasted the freedom, I own it now
my friends, there is a vast sky,
the new heights need our strength
we are the eyes, ears and hands
we will go a long way casting an aim
there will be no pain, no barriers
’cause we will fight every pessimism
of our way, our resolution.
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