Children of war

Children of war and cold is blowing
Children of war and famine Smells
Children of war and hair-raising
Because of children's death



Land is washed by children's tears
God will punish their killers
Wherever the child was born
Donetsk,Lugansk or somewhere abroad


Their blood flows along the streets
Grass wilts because of children's tears
Children of war and our hearts are cold
Save our children, My God.

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Предыдущий: Из Эдгара Ли Мастерса - Олгот Лэнкор
Следующий: Фридрих фон Логау. Храбрость