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ANGEL RAID
I can't write about it, I just see how the little girl was left there alone after the raid. That's terrible. I can not. I had a great idea, but I can't do it on this topic. Prague 1944
Something I really didn't want to write about, I originally wanted to name it "Angel" but I'll change it to "Air Raid" I'm a coward
INSIDE ROARE
ANGEL RAID
A teddy bear is carried by the stream of river water,
with a broken hand.
On the chest the inscription Happy, where you are sailing away.
Little, little, girl with pigtails like an angel.
Crying where is my pet.
She howls again, howls again, howls again.
It descends from the sky, it does not carry gold,
you hug her like it's everything.
Gentle child who smells like mint, even the world has stopped for you
and you remember like it was today
Home, she has nowhere to go, who's to tell her.
He raises his arms in vain, calls his mother,
sounds like your worst dream.
/:My angel, you are more than vain words,
behind which shame hides.
My angel, you came like a blow from heaven
it still gives me chills.
And I won't let you go. :/
You are looking, teddy bear with a broken hand.
Something I really didn't want to write about, I originally wanted to name it "Angel" but I'll change it to "Air Raid" I'm a coward
INSIDE ROARE
ANGEL RAID
A teddy bear is carried by the stream of river water,
with a broken hand.
On the chest the inscription Happy, where you are sailing away.
Little, little, girl with pigtails like an angel.
Crying where is my pet.
She howls again, howls again, howls again.
It descends from the sky, it does not carry gold,
you hug her like it's everything.
Gentle child who smells like mint, even the world has stopped for you
and you remember like it was today
Home, she has nowhere to go, who's to tell her.
He raises his arms in vain, calls his mother,
sounds like your worst dream.
/:My angel, you are more than vain words,
behind which shame hides.
My angel, you came like a blow from heaven
it still gives me chills.
And I won't let you go. :/
You are looking, teddy bear with a broken hand.
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