My soul has grown when the winter was still pure
Fresh and cold and dry with snow, white and sure!
When around the cities, they were raising industries
Corpses and swet, souls emptied, feeding machineries
Now, in the past, flairy, greeny, sweety, westerly air
Hanging lust, exotic desires, abroad roaming despair
Watch out! My Eastern friend!
It is fast casted to you!
Keep you far from that end!
Hangs on farther on to you
© Copyright: Славянин Санпэи, 2020
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