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Grandpa tells that
as a child he played
Between trees and laughter
and colored calla lilies
Remember a river
transparent without smells,
Where fish abounded,
they did not suffer any pain
My grandfather tells
of a very blue sky,
Where kites flew
That he built himself
Time passed and
our old man already died
And today I asked myself
after so much destruction
Where the hell will they play
the poor children?
Ay ay ay!
Where will they play?
The world is burning
There is no place
The earth is about
of breaking in two
The sky has already been broken
the gray crying has already been broken
The sea vomits rivers of oil incessantly
And today I asked myself
after so much destruction
Where the hell will the poor play
Children?
Ay ay ay!
Where will they play?
The world is burning
There is no place
Where the hell will the poor babies play?
Ay ay ay!
Where will they play?
The world is burning
There is no place
there is no place in this world
Well written, if in more detail, of course. Would be much better. But in any case, it is true.
Instead of criticizing it, it is better to write the variants.
Whimper! It gives an error ... Right now I will be nervous ...
I have a similar situation. I invite you to a discussion.
This option does not suit me. Who else can suggest?
Excuse, that I can not participate now in discussion - it is very occupied.I will be released - I will necessarily express the opinion on this question.
This is power !!!!