Together ... Author VB

In a whirlwind of hatred

in the whirlwind of war,

when you don't know who is lurking

some human skeleton,

when you ask yourself

where will you be tomorrow ...

I want to be with you

If he has to die already, he has to

let it not be

in desolate solitude

Let me not die

looking at the side of the face

Let our views,

if we have to die already,

never separately