He who loves flowers
That, naturally, the bullets do not like.
Puli - Lady jealous.
Should I wait for goodness from them?
Nineteen-year-old Allyson Krause,
You were killed for loved flowers.
It was the clearest hope expression,
In a moment, when, defenseless, how to consclude a thin pulse,
You put a flower
In Dervorudovo, a rifle
And she told him that the flowers are better than bullets.
Do not give flowers to the state,
Where the truth is punishable.
States such a lesson will be zinic, cruel.
And Rander was you, nineteen Summer Allyison Krause,
Bullet,
Pushed your flower out of the blur.
Let all apple
Not white - in Mourning will dress!
Oh, how lilac smells,
But you do not feel anything.
As the president said to himself,
You are "Locking".
Each dead is a slacker,
But this is not the fault of it.
Stand, Tokyo girls and
Rome boys
Lift flowers
Against a common evil enemy!
Duntom to all the dandelions of the world!
What a great one will rush around the world of Purga!
Going, Flowers, on War!
Cock punishers!
For tulip tulip,
At the left left left
Tearing from anger
From the flower bed,
Things of all hypocrites
Shut roots with the ground!
You are empty by jasmine branches,
Downtown Underwater blades!
Clapping sights
You are in the lenses desperately sick, fries!
Stand, Lilia Ganges and Nile Lotus,
And twist the screws of the aircraft
Pregnant death of children!
Roses, you are not proud when you are selling more expensive!
Let nice to concern
Genuine tender cheek, -
Gas bobbs pierce bombers!
Genuine, foradra spoke on the stems of its spikes!
Going, Flowers, on War!
Protect beautiful!
Flood highway and capping,
As army formidable stream,
And in the columns of people and flowers
Stand, killed by Allyison Krause,
As the immorter of the era - protest a spiny flower!