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Sunflowers

Christy Moore
Lingua: Inglese


Christy Moore


She confronted soldiers on her street
Ignoring guns, grenades, and gibbering headsets
She offered them a handful of sunflower seeds

"Keep them in your pockets, boys
That flowers may blossom from your graves
Forever a monument to the children you have murdered
And the families you have destroyed

That flowers may stretch their golden faces to the sun
And at nighttime whisper, ′here lie conscripted young unfortunates
Who came here uninvited from the east
Destroyers of beauty, carriers of madness'

And when mothers come to visit lonely graves
Their tears will water fields of golden sunflowers
Reaching forever towards a bright horizon
Yellow beneath an endless, clear blue sky
Here in our beautiful Ukraine"



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