Написала песню. На музыку пока не положила, но постараюсь. M | Пепел Клааса

Написала песню. На музыку пока не положила, но постараюсь.

Mariupol

I met a girl from Mariupol
Two weeks ago escaped from hell,
What had she seen? What had she lost?
I hoped she wouldn’t start to tell.

She saw my fear, she took my hand,
And then she told: “I swear
That Mariupol isn’t dead:
It is now everywhere!”

We hugged and walked along the streets
Of Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam,
She told me of some neighbor kids
Who had to bury their mom.

She wiped my tears, she took my hand,
And then she told: “I swear
That Mariupol isn’t dead:
It is now everywhere!”

In Poland, Finland, Sweden, France
Will Mariupol live and wait.
Till all invaders turn to grass,
Till all marauders meet their fate.

In every corner of the world,
She lived for every friend:
For those of them who burned alive
For those who starved to death.

She danced for those who cannot dance
With flowers in her braid,
And Mariupol lived again
With every step she made.