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Refugee Blues / W H Auden

עודכן: 9 במרץ 2022

Refugee Blues

W H Auden


Say this city has ten million souls,

Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:

Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,

Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:

We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.