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Slavery of Illusions

In the land of my father I lived like alien
Not esteeming the saints or the demons.
I went through a wind and broke through all,
I was looking for people of freedom.
And I never was a slave of sweet illusions.
 
My parents worship God and Satan,
For they need a Master to live.
In this land everyone built a prison of own,
They believe that the king can’t deceive.
But I never was a slave of sweet illusions.
But I never was a slave of sweet illusions
 
High on the hills
I see so near
How three eagles hover in the sky.
We call them Honour,
Mind and the Calmness –
neither Evil nor Good could be find.
 
Come up the hills
And you’ll see so near
How three eagles fly greeting you.
We call them Honour,
Mind and the Calmness –
Nothing more could be find
In the bright cold height,
Neither Evil nor Good.
 
I was condemned and I was laughed at
And the old men spit watching me.
My friends often spoke of crown of thorns
Foreseeing my life full of grief.
But I never was a slave of sweet illusions
 
So even if life will come soon to the end,
And none put a cross on my grave.
I still will be free, unexplained and strange
For the havens are empty and sad.
And I’ll never be a slave of sweet illusions
And I’ll never be a slave of sweet illusions
 
High on the hills
I see so near
How three eagles hover in the sky.
We call them Honour,
Mind and the Calmness –
neither Evil nor Good would be find.
 
Come up the hills
And you’ll see so near
How three eagles fly greeting you.
We call them Honour,
Mind and the Calmness –
Nothing more could be find
In the bright cold height,
Neither Evil nor Good.
 


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