our children drowning,
down to the sea of the death,
eradicating the favourite life dances,
Mothers,weeping,
there daughters are naked,
The tears of fathers is hidden,
they protrude eyes,
as if not believing,
they say,
"not our children"
Girls with grandfathers,
boasting they are in love,
when will it dawn on them,
for the night is too long,
M