The cuckoo's last song Brought in warmth of summer breeze I stand my ground Reluctantly as time goes Showers brought in smell of rose.
Have only felt pain, Is there any justice left? Selfishness is all I've seen. This World is not 'just'. Built upon lust and not trust. Gold buys you home and a mask.
O Bella Ciao! With your sinful smile and, Devilish eyes.