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On empty hills
Among the mountains and ashes
The boy is seven years old
I listened to the sounds of the wind
He could not say
The mouth is dumb
Do not ask the wind
Where are his relatives

He painted ash
What children dream about
And the wind did not know
What to answer him
Only from the void
Carled out the bad weather
I washed away all the drawings
About the forgotten happiness

A storm was approaching in the middle of the day
and a hail fell from steel
He squeezed his mother with a handkerchief in his hand
as if guarding his banner

There is a war
and rivers of blood
Burning bodies
They scream in pain
And we all do
Everyone is not to blame
in broken children's lives
explosive grenade

Spring is all the same as well
And the house of the native from under the wreckage
how on his feet he stood again
that no longer dumb ... that he is still alive ...

On empty hills
Among the mountains and ashes
The boy is seven years old
I listened to the sounds of the wind
He could not say
The fragment is firm
Do not ask the wind
He is alive or dead