one day my people shall be free
I feel it as a summer breeze
their heart in bloody hands be squeezed
like lemons that are finding home
into my tea
at five o’clock
no sheep in flock
shall rescue us from what is done
and if I go, not all be gone
one day, my people shall be free
like how we always used to be
we fought our battles never lost
we don’t know death
without a cost
one day
my people shall be free
rebuilding Europe’s history
16th November 2018, Constanta, Romania
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