The price of freedom
How much is freedom?
I asked the pigeon
Happily dancing on the square?
You are free to fly, go down and high,
You can go
Please tell me the price, I’ll give you my car,
Phone, tablet and TV.
All of my treasures you can have,
I just need myself to be
I wish for some grass, greener than youth,
piece of clear sky and fresh breeze on the cheek.
Quickly pigeon, you give it now,
I have no time to
Ill leave you all the grey, dusty buildings,
City walks covered with dog shit and pee.
You give me the flowers, pink, yellow and blue
That happily swing near the
How much is freedom, you tell me now,
You can go up and see.
Above the smog and foggy sky
Find something nice for
But he cares not, dirty pigeon,
Of my desire to
So I go back to my prison,
Turn on the TV,
And continue to