13 August 2012
Bring your youth and come to me To erase the wrinkles off the cloud Leash the wind, don't leave it free Make your whispers clear and loud
Go to the woods and cut a tree Then burn the forrest with your eye Shred a butterfly and kill a bee Then watch the nature wither and die
Then dance your dance for all to see The mighty power in your hand Let nature cry, for only she Will know the crime and understand
When cities crumble at your feet And the smell of death fill up your nose When bodies and blood shall pave the street A vulture hovers licking its claws.
When all the misery gets to an end The fatal lunacy will have to yield Hope will bloom at every bend A lovely flower in every field. A lovely flower, just like a shield.
Syria • Opuss № I