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Pola, please, wake up
The dream of power has ended
In your illusion, you can not last for so long
The announcer from the round-up pushes the putty
It awakens the national myth
He does not mean anything, autumn is a weed

And you have your worries
Your world is not divine
On the streets of cities
You cover your face
Like many of us
Like many of us

Pola, you have to get up from your knees
Because there is nothing to take from here
On the trains, you feel the smell of home war
Although you are not the most beautiful
And you have worse places on the catwalks
On the continent, is there anyone so lonely?

Because you have your worries
Your world is not divine
On the streets of cities
You cover your face
Like many of us
Like many of us

And you?
And I?
And he?
And she?
And we?
And they?
And they?

Oh, Pola, they cheat you
And they are constantly using you
And they rape you
And they pray to you
Oh, Pola, do not let them
Oh, Pola, do not let them
Oh, Pola, no
You can do it, I believe in you

I know you have your worries
Your world is not divine
On the streets of cities
You cover your face
Like many of us

And you
and I
And he
and she
And us
And they
And they