no one would talk to me in austria. no one would even look at me in new zealand. no one would dare touch me in congo. they think of me when they are lonely in lebanon; they think of me when they are lonely in spain. they do not know i am lonely too. i am lonely as a sand grain in the deserts of libya; i am lonely as a snowflake in the fjelds of finland.
nobody cares that i am lonely in russia. still - i will always be free, and you hate me for it in czech republic.