We brought up with the dream of ideal:
there's land where nobody lies;
there's freedom, but people don't steal;
yet their leaders are genuinely nice.
Walls are fallen, we happen to deem
the reality check by surprise...
Give us back our walls, our dream
of the land where nobody lies!
Do we need any walls to safeguard
dreams of justice and other things nice?
And if so... our present is hard:
there's no time turning anticlockwise.
From USSR we came
© Copyright: Камелия Санрин, 2015
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