You are barely two years old, the innocence of a child
It is the entrance to the tunnel, and you dig in...
By digging in the dark, you come out of childhood
But in your cries of hope, cry for suffering...
But when you turn sixteen, you invent an outside for yourself
Without wars and without tyrants, where the sky is d 'gold
And you dig again...
Time is a pestle, which digs into memory
Sixty years is a long time, when the sky is black
And you dig again, but you no longer have yesterday
The snow falls on your face, you speak with the stones
So that they open a passage for you
And you dig again.. .
And you dig again...

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