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lauantai 1. maaliskuuta 2014

Ukraine



I will turn my back to the wind direction, 
I'm looking for Humanity and blood-stained sands in vain. 
To be able to bear the pain of the world on my shoulders. 
We need to raise bet the bulls shoulders. 
My ears hum of news images fleeting bullets. 

Wind spread the smell of blood to all parts of the evening before. 
Love songs fall on deaf ears. 
Violence in the midst of a population of just chaos and panic.

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