Please tell me, Kaunas
What horrors have you seen?
Where tears of blood have gone?
Forgive us
For the insolent incursion
But please restore the flow of history for us
The crimson sunset
Have touched the faces of the crowd
They’re pallid, in the sleepless nights
They offered prayers to the God
Everyone of them has known
That’s the last sunset they saw
They stand unsteady on the ground
And see those tears of blood around
It’s hard for them
But everyone of them has known
All those roads on which they'll go
They are in paradise
My God please give them strength
It’s not they’re fault they’re nation is persuaded.
Tears of blood
© Copyright: Болеслав Путрюс, 2006
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