Born In Kiev And Died In A War
the books scattered so carelessly on my bed
with all the care and respect, you are picking them
the songs which are sung on a wedding night
in somewhat hushed tones, you are humming them
from somewhere deep inside me, the shadows emerge
so charming were those moments, so lovely were those days
so alluring were those songs, so mesmerising were those plays
each glittering street in the city, an island of dreams it was
those walks in the morning breeze, a never-ending music it was
and then suddenly, throughout the lands, the cannons started echoing
laden heavily with the burning smell, the threatening winds started blowing
over the smiling face of our earth, a dark cloud of doom it proved to be
a frightening jungle each city became, a sight of horror each town was to be
from the so called civilised countries, a few soldiers in uniform arrived
quick with stride, with pride they walked, drunk in arrogance they arrived
