poem of blood
the city was burning with fire
so was the memories
the country was dying with its past
the glory days are no more
a young girl saw her mother
but she was dead
a father saw his son sleeping
to never wake up again
the poet was breaking his pen while
the city was burning
reich was crushed
the...
so was the memories
the country was dying with its past
the glory days are no more
a young girl saw her mother
but she was dead
a father saw his son sleeping
to never wake up again
the poet was breaking his pen while
the city was burning
reich was crushed
the...