Cyprus, us, up, cup, cups, cry!
With the cups being empty in your land,
In the name of bad economy;
With the muse of life,
Studying and hoping to find a way forward!
To save the land;
A way to solve your problems,
The problems of the land! !
Being avble to hold on,
The status of the economy;
To stand up together.
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