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My dear child, which won't be held in my arms. My dear little bird, flying above the clouds. Oh how much would I want to kiss your tiny forehead. Oh how much would I want to see your cute foggy eyes. In my embrace I would rock you to the non ending dream. In my soul there is a shivering endless cold. Why can't it be a short slumber? Why can't I feel your small beating heart? Where are you my little baby boy? Where are you my little baby girl? I'll never hold your tiny hand in mine. I'll never see you playing, I'll never hear you laugh, I'll never see you crying out loud. There won't come the time, when I'll see you grow. There won't come th

Desolation [English version] We young people, those unwanted- warded off from work With robust minds, gifted with strength- polluted with depression. They deprived us from tomorrow's smiles, we peek aimlessly in the empty casket of life; They deprived us from sweet hope, we are fed up with our bitter distress. It's only the wage givers' bad will- the vultures' rulers We the executed generation, those debased- lulled with crisis. Our eyes give scanty tears- we won't bloom like white lilac We're escaping with our dreams there somewhere- you death, rise the goblet. We were taught to clench the penny in our fist, with politeness we a