The heart of the lover
That is covered with a robe in black
Float to the decadent edge
With the accompanying music of sadness outside
And a cup of bitter coffee
The sadness that no one care about
Could have a little loose freedom
In the face of
The endless night
With people coming and going.
They passed close by me
In the desire of the metropolis
Because of being in the surroundings of power
I desire for freedom
And hope to flounced out of the block
The world like a big prison with no walls
Which money and power are the best shackles
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