SON BACK BABY ....
appearance in these last moments of a better world,
the steps of the lady dressed in black echo in my head,
the gloomy darkness of this gloomy hut I plays like a heavy blanket,
When I think back to my happy days while chasing a ball in a green meadow,
those cries of joy running toward the sun,
the child c 'in me was the cry of the soldier who wears off orders us to sit down,
here now, hello mother, hello pope 'I'm gonna visit you: surely in a better world. (Mercuriodacorsa)
Dedicated to all those who have suffered .......... be free. HELLO
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