Adi Smolar
Miscellaneous
My God...
I understand that people are aggressive,
excited, lively, have bad days. br/>they go wild, they go crazy,
they attack their neighbors with their fists.
Too many apartments are full of requests,
hiding, everywhere there is someone
who hits, kicks, tolèe, to blood.
That's the way it is among people.
But, my God, don't beat the children.
My God, don't beat the children,
please no, no child.
I understand, everyone wants sex,
it's natural and something beautiful.
But what if many people satisfy
their desire by force,
they see only a pile of flesh in their fellow man.
On the outside, everyone is kind,
in their souls, like crazy
they invent and then realize perversions.
That's how it is among people.
But, my God, don't abuse children.
My God, don't abuse children,
please no, not children.
I understand when somewhere forà There's no war,
You don't have anything, you have to kill or die.
For the homeland, for the ruler,
religion, the nation or a pile of money
some people defend what others want take her.
And the fighting begins,
it turns into a general slaughter.
They kill all over, here the innocent,
all over, without mercy.
Thus is paè among the people.
But, my God, don't kill the children.
My God, don't kill the children,
please no, not the children.
The world disgusts me more and more,< br/>I'm ashamed to be human.
I see misery, I see pain,
I see hunger, suffering,
I don't know how to help.
then I hum to this guitar of mine,
with it I would at least like to ease the woes,
with it I am calling you people.
People, my God, have mercy on the children.
People, my God, have mercy on the children,
I beg you, at least on the children.
People, my God, have mercy on the children.
My God, have mercy on the children,
I beg you, on all the children.

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