Father amore mio

In this town, they never leave me alone,

Anonymous notes, wild rumors thrown.

They claim I dine in fancy restaurants, roam the streets at night,

But I’m home in Hîncești, studying English right.

Why should I chase dates in Ukraine’s small scene?

Is there anyone there worth being seen?

Moldovans whisper, “You’ve got a boyfriend, who?”

Do I know him? Should I care? Not a clue.

Online trolls invent, pry, and scheme,

Spreading nonsense like it’s some global dream.

Yet I rise above, eyes fixed on the sky,

’Cause summer’s coming, and I’m ready to fly.

Let everyone see: the lies, the hate, the noise,

I won’t be silenced, I’ll make my own choice.

From Hîncești to Toronto, my path is mine,

Languages, dreams, my life by design.