Even the most beautiful girls cannot keep our sons at home ....We only know half ....of their dreams, not the other ....half that will not come true
Oh, girls (poor girls) will they take over there ....Without obligations ....and without resistance ....Struggling bleeds dead
They spit on their worker's hands look forward to striking fists ....Peace is not their world ....They are no longer children ....and they laugh at our worries
On our ******* we fed them with peace ....They have grown from it ....developing in homeliness ....but now they want something else