Escape
Our hearts are tired of pain and poverty
Finally we became lost in the dust and darkness
We are going now and won’t return a second time
It is such a pleasure to escape from these absurdities
We were birds of the garden, in the world’s trap
We were caught without reason and are stuck in this filth
Everyone hurts our short wings with arrows
Next time we won’t have to bear these tortures
We don’t seek to make any effort
Our hearts are tired of pain and poverty
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