Mother and son survive
This horror
Tormented by a common feeling
Do not meet again
Without a look
Air strikes
Deafening bombings, state of dread
Projectiles launched over our heads
Little boy looking for a way out
Bombings diminish, we leave the shelters
An unbearable fear consumes us
Houses, buildings, vegetation no longer exist
This horror
Tormented by a common feeling
Do not meet again
Without a look
Air strikes
Deafening bombings, state of dread
Projectiles launched over our heads
Little boy looking for a way out
Bombings diminish, we leave the shelters
An unbearable fear consumes us
Houses, buildings, vegetation no longer exist
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