Trading 

I will trade my rusty flesh and cold blood 
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor. 

I will trade my emotions and lifeless harmony 
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor. 

I will trade my citizenship and foreign passport
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor. 

I will trade my morals and unspoken ethics 
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor. 

I will trade my broken heart and warm hands 
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor. 

I will trade my ageless smile and falling tears
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor. 

I will trade my heathy organs and memories 
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor. 

I will trade my unclear accent and colourless dreams 
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor. 

But I’ll never trade my past and homeland
for a casket of the war I barely survived by hanging…