Little birds sitting on my shoulders
I am made of magic, magic it is me.
In my land there is no soldiers
And everybody are free.
Kittens are listening the doors
Morison teaches they friendship
In my land there are no wars
And everything is cheap.
Oh people please come to my land
To my magic Utopia
Hey, humanity, take my hand
Use this cornucopia.
If you are tired of the worlds hate
Of anger, tears and senseless death
You can be
Хcome my magic soulmate
So go and try my shibboleth.
War is over, If you want it
in the words of old John Lennon
So in my land there are no shit
And I rise my pennon.
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