The war is coming to an end
Our time has passed as it is meant
The cup is empty
A hundred years of sleepless nights
A hundred rags of victim's hides
The page is done
Another glimpse of slightest hopes
Right over there beyond the slopes
The road ahead
Our last goodbye to native lands
The latest chance to shake the hands
With no return
With no return
© Copyright: Аруна Нера Геллер-Шумилова, 2013
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