@ddtpecko 6 April 2022 more from that month

Greetings dear friends! Today is April 6, 2022. On this day, bombs fell on my country on two occasions. I survived one of those two bombings in 1999, and the other was 58 years before this 1941. In the spirit of that, I made these pictures and wrote one song. I also wrote this: On this day, with an interval of 58 years, there were two criminal attacks on my country, one of those two I experienced and survived, and one happened before I was born. Today, Terrible Judgment(german: Unternehmen Strafgericht) in 1941 and the Merciful Angel in 1999 met. Not to be forgotten! Here is a song I wrote on the occasion of the German bombing in 1941. April 6th He hit a Schwab that April 6th it was a sad year. He's throwing bombs, he doesn't care burning library, burning book. Great sorrow overcame the war began that April. A lot of starvation is brewing while Belgrade is still asleep. Smoke billows from the rubble the hero's heart beats. The people took up arms they will not crawl in front of the occupier. The libertarian spirit prevails that Swabian bastard. After many years of war and torment he took freedom again and took the sickle in his hands. It will again, and it will again freedom will, freedom will. This war will pass freedom will come. ******************************************************************************************** Pozdravljam vas dragi prijatelji! Danas je 06. April 2022. na današnji dan u dva navrata su padale bombe na moju zemlju. Jedno od ta dva bombardovanja sam preživeo 1999. a drugo je bilo 58 godina pre ovoga 1941. godine. U duhu sa tim ja sam napravio ove slike i napisao jednu pesmu. Takodje sam napisao ovo: Na današnji dan su sa razmakom od 58 godina desila dva zločinačka napada na moju zemlju, jedno od ta dva sam doživeo i preživeo a jedno se desilo pre moga rodjenja. Danas su se sreli Strašni sud 1941. i Milosrdni andjeo 1999. Da se ne zaboravi! Evo i pesme koju sam napisao povodom Nemačkog bombardovanja 1941. Šestoaprilska Udario švaba tog šestog aprila tužna godina je to bila. Baca švaba bombe, baš ga briga gori biblioteka, gori knjiga. Tuga golema se nadvila rat počeo tog aprila. Veliko se stradanje sprema dok Beograd još drema. Iz ruševina dim se vije u junaka srce bije. Narod oružje u ruke uze neće pred okupatorom da puze. Slobodarski duh nadvlada tog švapskog gada. Posle dugogodišnjeg rata i muke ponovo slobodu i srp uze u ruke. Opet će, i opet će sloboda će, sloboda će. Ovaj rat će proći sloboda će doći.