A little girl sang a song on the streets
About men, tired fighting the war
About the ships that left
And all who forgot their joy to the end.
She sang in her clean voice and flew up to highness
And sunbeams shined on her shoulder
Everyone saw and heard from the darkness
The ***** and torn clothes singing in the light.
All of them were sure that joy would come
Because ships arrived at beach
The people in the land of war
Regained their bearings are happy.
Sweet was her voice and the sun’s beam around
And by heaven’s gate
The little girl versed into mysteries and mourned
Because none of them will ever be returned.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
A little girl sang a song on the streets
About men, tired fighting the war
About the ships that left
And all who forgot their joy to the end.
She sang in her clean voice and flew up to highness
And sunbeams shined on her shoulder
Everyone saw and heard from the darkness
The ***** and torn clothes singing in the light.
All of them were sure that joy would come
Because ships arrived at beach
The people in the land of war
Regained their bearings are happy.
Sweet was her voice and the sun’s beam around
And by heaven’s gate
The little girl versed into mysteries and mourned
Because none of them will ever be returned.
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