# The land of red maple

Вячеслав Владимирович Попов

Canada is the looking glass of human souls

the prism of people from all of the world

we all are different, but have the same

time is money, there's nobody to blame


walking along the roads of Toronto

my feet are burning, relaxing in condo

hundreds of tourists are roaming like Alice

there is no aggresion, no faces with malice


the country is beautiful, deep in my heart

this permanent feeling has found a shortcut

the land of red maple, you gave me a hope

that difference is nothing and people may cope