The Country That Doesn't Exist

Lys Aurelia

folk rock, folk punk, theatrical crossover

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[Intro]
(Fast balalaika intro, building up with a heavy rock drumbeat and accordion)

[Verse 1 - Female Voice]
This summer, on holiday, I took a ride
To a land that doesn't exist, where map lines hide.
Don't call it Transnistria, a dark historical shame,
Pridnestrovie is the name in this tragic game.
[Male Voice]
A sovereign country, unrecognized, except by two
Who don't exist either—Abkhazia and South Ossetia too!
[Female Voice]
But you can't even fly there to meet your ghost friends,
With no airport in sight, the runaway just ends.

[Chorus - Duet, Russian Choirs]
Oh, welcome to the land that doesn't exist!
A tragicomedy of red flags in the mist.
Where passports could be wrapping paper for your fries,
And sovereignty is just a look in nostalgic eyes.
The country doesn't exist, but the struggle is clear,
Living in a ghost state, year after year!

[Verse 2 - Female Voice]
Your college diploma? A useless receipt!
Two hundred euros a month, barely enough to eat!
[Male Voice]
Your friends have all left for a wage they can keep,
Leaving old folks to dream while the memories sleep.
[Female Voice]
They all speak in Russian, from the west to the east,
In the shadow of a Soviet Union deceased.
[Male Voice]
With Lenin Streets and Soviet avenues,
And hammers and sickles on the evening news.

[Bridge - Male Voice]
(Music slows down, solo acoustic balalaika, dramatic voice)
No Visa, no IBAN, no SWIFT in the bank,
Yet capitalism reigns, let’s be perfectly frank!
How do you get paid? How do you pay off a loan?
With custom-made rules in this twilight zone.
[Female Voice - Ironical and bright]
You drive to Moldova—they don't check the border,
But your car insurance dies, outside of law and order!
Your license plates fade as you cross the divide,
With nowhere left to run, and nowhere to hide.

[Guitar and Balalaika Solo]
(Fast, energetic, rock-infused traditional Russian rhythm)

[Outro]
[Male Voice - Theatrical]
Yes, the country is a ghost, a political twist...
[Female Voice - Radiant and powerful]
But the pain and the bills?
[Duet - Shouted]
Oh, they definitely exist!
(Loud final balalaika chord, abrupt stop)

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[Intro] (Fast balalaika intro, building up with a heavy rock drumbeat and accordion) [Verse 1 - Female Voice] This summer, on holiday, I took a ride To a land that doesn't exist, where map lines hide. Don't call it Transnistria, a dark historical shame, Pridnestrovie is the name in this tragic game. [Male Voice] A sovereign country, unrecognized, except by two Who don't exist either—Abkhazia and South Ossetia too! [Female Voice] But you can't even fly there to meet your ghost friends, With no airport in sight, the runaway just ends. [Chorus - Duet, Russian Choirs] Oh, welcome to the land that doesn't exist! A tragicomedy of red flags in the mist. Where passports could be wrapping paper for your fries, And sovereignty is just a look in nostalgic eyes. The country doesn't exist, but the struggle is clear, Living in a ghost state, year after year! [Verse 2 - Female Voice] Your college diploma? A useless receipt! Two hundred euros a month, barely enough to eat! [Male Voice] Your friends have all left for a wage they can keep, Leaving old folks to dream while the memories sleep. [Female Voice] They all speak in Russian, from the west to the east, In the shadow of a Soviet Union deceased. [Male Voice] With Lenin Streets and Soviet avenues, And hammers and sickles on the evening news. [Chorus - Duet, Russian Choirs] Oh, welcome to the land that doesn't exist! A tragicomedy of red flags in the mist. Where passports could be wrapping paper for your fries, And sovereignty is just a look in nostalgic eyes. The country doesn't exist, but the struggle is clear, Living in a ghost state, year after year! [Bridge - Male Voice] (Music slows down, solo acoustic balalaika, dramatic voice) No Visa, no IBAN, no SWIFT in the bank, Yet capitalism reigns, let’s be perfectly frank! How do you get paid? How do you pay off a loan? With custom-made rules in this twilight zone. [Female Voice - Ironical and bright] You drive to Moldova—they don't check the border, But your car insurance dies, outside of law and order! Your license plates fade as you cross the divide, With nowhere left to run, and nowhere to hide. [Guitar and Balalaika Solo] (Fast, energetic, rock-infused traditional Russian rhythm) [Outro] [Male Voice - Theatrical] Yes, the country is a ghost, a political twist... [Female Voice - Radiant and powerful] But the pain and the bills? [Duet - Shouted] Oh, they definitely exist! (Loud final balalaika chord, abrupt stop)

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