An ordinary day didn’t bode well,
On a regular flight, they will fly from Egypt.
To the sky on an iron bird above the clouds
The wreckage of the aircraft, the cries of children's voices.
She will not meet her first birthday with us.
On earth, living, not between the clouds.
And let people remember, remember this world
That little heart, Darina - The main passenger.
They wanted to live and did not want to die.
They wanted to love, how not to die.
Nine minutes of flight, to say goodbye.
November, the first day,
Will not smile.
Do not hide the grief of friends, and tears of friends and relatives.
Do not remove sadness, not even a bottle of whiskey.
Two hundred twenty four people on the list.
Remember and grieve, only on the wreaths of a note.
Light the candles, launch the plane into the sky,
His flight is eternal, he will not come to Peter.
With fire, the loss of loved ones will not heal in the soul,
Tears mother about her daughter in the pillow floods everything,
After all, the daughter can not be returned and at least not reversible.
Only in memory, in hearts, forever.
Granite for memory, in incoming SMS: "Fly."
Mourning in Russia ... Remember and Mourn!
hearing the news what is going on in the country
near and dear
someone is waiting for a son; someone is waiting for a daughter
and someone is waiting for a family to rest in the night
the result of the country there the plane crashed in egypt
and you sit in VK and write letters to everyone
say what's in your head now
confused thoughts you feel uneasy
say what are you proud of yourself
people died in the country, and you are so cool
tell me why all the show off and lies
if there is no conscience then you will not understand us
many who have lost loved ones
I will tell you this feeling is so familiar to me
do not survive the pain that presses from the inside
when you find out that yours died there
