People under the threat from
The tropical storm
In temporary shelters
They're clearly alone
They're begging for help
They're loosing their lives
And some of them even
Put to their throats knives
Chorus:
The eye of the storm
Is closer and closer
They pump out the water
But there is more of it
They struggle to cope
It's becoming a poser
They're waiting for death
And they tired a bit.
The eye of the storm
© Copyright: Михаил Вольфсон, 2020
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