They won't Know

What will I leave for the people left behind,
For my children,
For their children too?

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My shared piece From Black Sea...
Five or ten acres of land from sky.

The things I want to give them when I was alive,
The things I couldn't give, fleeings, hidings caused.

I know for that reason
They wan't feel my absence,
It will be like I'm always alive for them
From a distance, a bit further.

They will say our father, our grandfather, never stayed still,
He never knew what trouble was, what worry was...
They won't know what I knew

Last updated July 10, 2011