>>18348237In a land where whispers roam, a name once known as Belarussy,
A soul unseen for quite some time, a presence lost to history.
Bella Bussy, they called him too, a figure shrouded in mystery,
A tale untold of where he went, his absence wrapped in secrecy.
Some say he left his communist dreams, to seek a path anew,
Embracing thoughts of capitalism, with ideas bright and true.
He delved into the works of minds, Friedman, Hayek, Smith in view,
Exploring realms of wealth and trade, a world he now pursued.
Though many scoffed and turned away, missing him more than they'd confess,
For Bella Bussy brought a spark, a challenge to address.
His absence left a void behind, an unspoken emptiness,
A silent wish that he'd return, their hearts quietly confess.
And as the tides of change do turn, a vision on the horizon gleams,
NATO's might, a liberating force, making Belarus free in dreams.
A realm where love knows no restraint, where acceptance reigns supreme,
Bella Bussy might arise, and shine in this vibrant stream.
So let us wait with hopeful hearts, for Bella's destined day,
When paths converge, and old and new, in harmony will sway.
In the land of promise and change, where colors blend and sway,
Bella Bussy may return, to illuminate our way.
