There's a place;
children growing up in the midst of war
where he learned courage before toys.
There's a place;
every morning
“are we alive today?”
but still put a chair in front of the door.
People did not make big words there.
They tried to survive.
Holding on to each other,
by expressing the same pain in different languages.
Women for the first time
not only mourned,
also took a decision.
That's why the established order was shaken.
Maybe it was incomplete, maybe it was incomplete,
but it was sincere.
Because there is hope,
not an ideology,
the possibility of waking up the next day.