The price is highI feel so empty, I feel so bad. The sun is shining now But i can’t be glad. My homeland’s been sold in parts To the big monster who doesn’t have a heart. The seller does’nt have also any, He only wants to rule for ever He doesn‘t care about the price The price is high – it’s my motherland. © Copyright: Марина Павлинкина, 2023.
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