What will you sing when your home is destroyed
You tell me no, but the wind will bring the wreckage ...
Your thoughts are broken, like a crystal goblet ...
Your love is forgotten among the gray, high rocks...
But do you believe that all you have to come
The sun rises, but life again as trash
The day passes you rest in peace
Your house is destroyed, gasoline is running out ...
Find your home in this world of things
It seemed so simple once you
But the wind brings scraps of news
She's waiting for you, among the gray rocks.
What will you sing...
© Copyright: Алон Бабель, 2011
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