HIROCHIMA

Every morning at day -break
Litte girl up by the lake
She waits, face to face with the water
She has welcomed every day
Every flower when it wakes
To the air, to the sun, to the water,

In the middle of the island life is dawning
In the middle of the island life is burning
burnin´ ou tthe canddel of life
That´s the middle of the island
that´s no lpace for lakes an flowers
someone´s collin out a name
 life will never be the same
in the middle of the islan life is dying
One day long ago, man was damaged, never
to be the same again, The dust still hides
ists sorrow within its silence, and there, at
the birth, of a child, happines an fear go hand in hand