I see death where we used to dance

I see bombs flying in the air 

black smokes in the sky 

I see blood where we used to love  

and houses blowing in the air 

I hear screams when bombs hit the ground

I see death where we used to dance 

I see brothers and sisters with burns on their hands 

I hear children crying in buildings burning down 

I see children laying where they used to play  

with toys in their hands   

I see blood where we used to love 

I see death where we used to dance 

How can a man be so evil?   

and take my children's life  

I hear children crying when the bombs hit the ground

the blast blew me in the air 

and my head hit the ground 

the explosions hit my hometown 

And I think to myself

how much blood is on your hands 

why can't mothers get to see their sons grow old  

I see children laying in their blood 

with toys in their hands 

I see blood where we used to love 

I see death where we used to dance  

And I think to myself 

how can you hide behind your desk   

and take my children's life 

And I think to myself

why did you take my son's life? 

Other. Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir