The charm of windless days,
and charm of warm spring nights,
the wisdom of our prays,
but tragedies of fights;
those fights that lead to death
of brave courageous sons -
these are life's bitter truth
and very painful thorns.
Thy child has past away
you'll never meat on earth;
God, please return the days,
the days when it was worth
to meet the rising sun,
and do what could be done;
her only, only one,
he gave her strength and fun...
He gave her strength and fun... Экспериментальный
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