Another murder, so many murders...
Grey rain falls on bloody chests, a child suffers,
he'll not hear again - "I love you son".
How to explain that?
It's impossible to erase the moment
that will mark a life, the color of emptiness.
The waves break against the weakest
and the meerschaum takes away the pieces.
It rains on bloody backs, a mother pains,
her son tortured, she loves her son.
Why come to that?
