2022.02.14.
Close Your Little Eyes
Close your little eyes - little birds are coming,Circling around the head of your cradle.
Baggage in hand, our home in ashes
We are setting out, my child, in search of luck.
God has closed off the world and night is all around
Waiting for us, full of horror and fear.
The two of us stand here in this difficult, difficult, moment
Not knowing where lhe road leads.
Naked and bare we were chased from our home
In darkness, driven into the fields