Smoke to die

So I was never dreaming English right

Expressing my feelings in a different language after midnight 

Lay awake, wide away from home at night 

Did I really smoked all these years to die?

I just didn’t felt alright…

Even if I’m happy and the sun shines bright, there is something up my mind

A unswallowed truth I didn’t get right

That I have to fight for my rights

And to dream my own life

Take a lover as I like 

And never kneel again under someone else’s pride 

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