Where are you rushing, restless,
careless world
when the tears fall for
every victim child?
The laughter stops, the day stops,
and the pain subsides
to the parental threshold.
It’s not your fault, little angels,
you have just stepped on the threshold of life,
in your eyes the dawn shines,
and darkness took your paradise too soon.
Innocent hearts, fragile and pure,
died suddenly, without a single leaf,
silence remains, deep and absent,
and a wound that sleeps forever in the soul.
I write verse while my heart sobs,
while the earth is silent for its children,
every tear is a word without a voice,
every sorrow is without its salvation.
Bees are small, doe tame,
your souls are gentle, tender and fragile,
the wings of the heavens embrace you now,
angels are watching over you silently and are silent.
Time is silent, the world trembles,
when violence takes childish bloom,
each star burns softly,
to guard the dreams of little angels.
It is not your fault, innocent souls,
why are dreams shattered too soon?
When you leave, the sky becomes silent,
and all love in silence
and prayers for the souls of wonderful shivers.
May the angels watch over you tenderly,
may the kingdom of heaven be with you
gardens in paradise give,
and we will remember everything forever
angel of heaven, light the candles
all died innocently for you.
Because when the child’s laughter is extinguished,
the whole world trembles,
and sin is silent before them,
but your light doesn’t stop then
you become residents
eternal heavenly city
