I am angry,
I want to cry,
I want to run,
From the hell
What calls Arkhangelsk.
This city is very very bad!
I met poor people,
It is not my mirror!
They want to take
My love, my kindness,
My future and all my dreams!
I cry and ask my God to help me!
I was a refugee for more than one year,
And all this time,
They try to kill me,
To kill my soul,
To take me back,
For killing in their own interest.
They took my friends,
They took my home,
And what else
They want to take…
Who stops that impolite behaviour?
Who has the wings
To fly from here away!
Is it a happy end
With no thieves and rapists of the soul…
Is it the end of their wish to use
And not to pay people?
They
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