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Your pockets will be under their tender hands,
Your life will be under their ubiquitous nose,
Your soul will be with a package size,
To take her, going home,
Your brains will be, under their hot news,
Intrigues and scandals and all this in one line ....
Your employer,
When you are in need,
You will be captured.
And he will say to others: "He is mine."
You could not escape,
You could only lie and hardly breathe,
And he did not want to talk to anyone.
He is a shining knight,
On a strong horse,
I noticed you once and hinted at you.
Grabbed your hands,
Tied you by the legs,
And dragged along with him.
Arriving home,
You immediately washed and fed.
You are grateful and broke your heart,
You thanked him.
For a plate of food and a new rag,
You turn your neck to him ....
In all respects, people are people,
Nothing has changed here,
From the most ancient times.
Day sagging,
Enjoying the day,
Everyone gets his own from life.
But if you are a slave, you do not have to be a state gentleman,
As a knight does not become a slave,
Inside, everything is unchangeable,
From the beginning of the counting of centuries.
Wherever you are,
Whoever you are,
You remain yourself.