BOG
Aleksei Balabanov, 2000
My soul is not a bug,
It's hallowed by the Master.
You think he is a thug,
But no, he is a gangster.
The dealer comes for real,
A true is not a fashion.
The freedom blessed a zeal
To say, that I am Russian.
My paradise is world
Without a bleeding habit.
My God, please save the lord,
Which guides to peaceful planet.
2024.05.07
*BOG – Blessed Original Gangster
#Стихотворение на английском языке
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