O Dove, I don’t have bed of roses.
Not the golden cage.
O Dove, I don’t have the sweet grams here.
Not the green peas.
O Dove, I don’t have the sweets songs,
We are tribal.
O Dove, setting you free, just free.
From bondage.
O Dove, keep flying across sky,
Across the boundaries.
O Dove, if you fall tired,
Thick grasses, I grow here.
O dove, I don’t have beautiful words
to write you more about ЁЯЩВ
Nice poem