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Very silent voice is singing very slowly and emotional

It seems he is singing a love ballade.

His village is in the fire, corpses are flying abortional

They are falling as cascades.

 

Here comes the morning, rising dawn

Here come the friends of mine

Here comes the flag with an icon

The victory comes, it is the time

 

The song is very slow as the decision is on

Boots they have not, only white and cold knives

Legs they feel not as they have wings of falcon

They are singing and taking other’s lives

 

Here comes the morning, rising dawn

Here come the friends of mine

Here comes the flag with an icon

The victory comes, it is the time

 

Years after many tanks approaching and bombs

Bombs are falling everywhere

The village again is all in fire, mothers and sons

It is good known atmosphere

 

Here comes the morning, rising dawn

Here come the friends of mine

Here comes the flag with an icon

The victory comes, it is the time

 

Today is a beautiful sun in the green blue sky

A boy from the village came in town

They put him in rest, but his eyes are dry

He only remembers the song of his own

 

Here comes the morning, rising dawn

Here come the friends of mine

Here come the flag with an icon

The victory comes, it is the time

END

2013-10-25 14:43

Odgovori

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