When I'll be lost to the woods,
Seeking forgotten faces among the crowds.
When my last breath will rise above the high mountains,
Surpassing clouds, sky and those galactic chains.
I wish no one to remember my name
Not that love, not that fame.
I wish there will be no drowning,
No airstrikes, no suicide bombing.
No terrorism, no war, no crisis,
I wish, there will be no delay in justice.
I wish no one will have to wait for another day,
By the bless of Almighty all will remain happy and gay.
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