Liberland traffic Light
Sudipta Bhowmik
On the banks of the free Danube,
where freedom is born,
no rigid iron lines control the path,
but the light of free will reigns.
The yellow light, the yellow light,
shines in the sunlight,
a sign—to stop, to look, to think,
before running.
We slow down to walk carefully,
respecting all who pass by.
Red light, red light,
what do you say?
“I respect your right to walk,”
and I stay willingly.
No heavy, rigid, authoritative rules,
only safety is the common tool.
Green light, green light,
what do you say?
“I say, progress, go your own way!”
In the light of the sun and the sea,
freedom brings harmony.
The red car stops, waits for the yellow one to cross,
moves forward on the green grass,
a self-governing path, a sign of joy,
where freedom and order coexist.