The brightest life

There's a draining heaviness in the summer air —
Forecasts promise a powerful storm again.
TV news beams optimism, staged and bare —
Few believe. Upstairs — a funeral notice for their oldest son. Pain.

The crispiest bread — we ate it in childhood days.
The first unrequited love — it cuts the deepest one.
The brightest life doesn't count the years it stays.
The best place on earth is where we haven't yet gone.

For now, you can breathe free, keep your books unburned.
But each day it's more dangerous to name "the elite" —
Their insatiable womb — and the rumor will return
To the palaces — the day rifle butts beat on their forged doors — the heat.

The crispiest bread — we ate it in childhood days.
The first unrequited love — it cuts the deepest one.
The brightest life doesn't count the years it stays.
The best place on earth is where we haven't yet gone.

If you're still alive and free — by oversight, by chance,
Do one thing for that bright "tomorrow" — don't wait for anyone.
Say it loud: "Lie!" to those who steal the future from the screen.
And when the victors count the losses — they'll remember your name.

The crispiest bread — we ate it in childhood days.
The first unrequited love — it cuts the deepest one.
The brightest life doesn't count the years it stays.
The best place on earth is where we haven't yet gone.

The crispiest bread — we ate it in childhood days.
The first unrequited love — it cuts the deepest one.
The brightest life doesn't count the years it stays.
The best place on earth is where we haven't yet gone.

The best place on earth is where we haven't yet gone.
...where we haven't yet gone...

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