| Fucking masterpiece |
Jun. 6th, 2006|02:55 am |
They drove the mothers altogether with the children
And forced to dig a hole. But themselves
They stood aside, small group of vandals,
And laughed with husky voices
At the edge of abyss
Turn on the camera! Camera must be turned on!
The line was formed
Turn on the camera! Turn on the camera!
Go away, go away.
Go out of here.
At the edge of abyss
The line was formed
Spring, Spring
Of powerless women, skinny lads.
The tipsy major has arrived
With his brass eyes he cast a glance
On doomed.
I would need your help from time to time
The muddy rain I saw
I saw ... thick oak that suddenly collapsed
With heavy sigh it fall
The children got afraid
They nestled up and clang to mother's skirts
Abruptly shot has fired
To stop the curse that one of women said.
The child, some sick fellow, hid
The head between the folds of skirt
Of other woman, not-yet-old. She
Watched with eyes that full of horror
And how could not she get insane
If child got it all. He understands.
My mommy, hide me, please, don't die.
He cries and trembles like a leaf
The baby that he is, her only son
She takes him up with both hands
And cuddles to the heart in front of the gunpoint
I want to live, please don't, mother
Please, let me go, what you are waiting for,
The child wants to break away
His final voice is sharp
It pierces hearts like knife
Don't be afraid my boy,
I'll now set you free
Just close your eyes and don't hide your head
So butcher will not burry you alive
Hold on, my son, hold on
You won't feel any pain
And so he closed his eyes
And so the blood showed red
And withered on the neck
Two merging lives were falling back,
Two lives with just one love ahead.
The thunder stoke, the clouds filled with wind
The Earth got crying in a heavy anguish.
How many hot and bitter tears ...
My country, tell me what is it with you
You've seen a lot of human's woes
For us you flourished for eons
But did you suffer such reproach
And such barbarity before?
My country, enemies are threaten
But put above the colours of Great Truth
Wash it with bloody tears of children
And let the rays to stab it through
Without mercy let them be wiped out --
All those savages and vandals
Who drink the blood of children out of thirsty,
Who drink the blood of our mothers!
You've made couple of the mistakes but I decided not to correct you
But my soul is tearing apart |
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