Tarta y poema

Freedom 89 [por una fan de Belarus]

You walk together on the edge
And you prepare to start
17 steps to the cage
To leave itself apart
You open wings and look around
'cause you intent to fly
All prohibitions are on the ground
And you aspire to sun
Two little boys
Remembered old rule
Two little boys
Observed the line
Two perfect boys
Leap in the whirlpool
To take right now
The freedom 89
Your lives are open to all deeds
And you place the aims
You are masters of your needs
18 breaks old chains
You are owners of your way
Open now next door
And all bars you turn away
Edicts crash down on the floor
Two little boys
Wanted to be free
Two little boys
Waited for time
Two perfect boys
Are owners of their key
To open now
The freedom 89!