There’s nobody home,
only the echo of his heroes.
As the perfect soldier
he must praise them
and die by the sword.
But Putin fears death.
Because he is rational
In this we are the same.
I can see his humanity.
But he can’t see mine.
I’m not his friend.
Oh if only I was his friend
We would be equals
But he must die
Maybe I will too.
Isn't it a beautiful day.
