You are my country
I am a stranger
Always a stranger
In my country
To love you or not to love you-
To want you or not to want you-
From babyhood to old age
I am always a stranger on this earth
My city is not the richest of city
And not the most progressives among cities
The most beautiful among the beauties of cities
And yet always a stranger in my city on this earth
For I know you - but you know me not
Friendship were few aquatints many
Living in a society that did not give me opportunities
I walk alone in my city always a stranger on this earth...
For I love my Country!
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