The War
So far and so close;
the blood on the sand
calls me, smell in my nose
of death,
so far and so close
is that destroyed land
bombed by an evil sky
and yet nobody knows why.
The War
The War
So far and so close;
the blood on the sand
calls me, smell in my nose
of death,
so far and so close
is that destroyed land
bombed by an evil sky
and yet nobody knows why.
Zibaldone 