The
regime is falling down
The
cracking walls and flip flopping
The
echoes of the thundering sound
The
nights of vision of crumbling dreams
The
shoring up of gifts
Borrowing
money to pray for time
The
end has to come
The
regime is falling down
The
leaders keep singing
The
old songs for many decades
Let
them walk over the fence
Let
them think now they have nothing
A
new eye has to established
A
new melody should be sung
When
the regime is falling down
A
new page will be written
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