WELL... WHAT CAN I SAY? JUST... READ THE LETTER AND THINK ABOUT IT...

REALLY...IT'S A PITY...


I TRANSLATE THE LETTER TOO...



There is a place where there is no the Sun,
Just pain
Without goes behind, not direction
You have to fight.
Not, they have not grown and already they have value
They have not lived and die for mistake
And his game it destroys the fire, they are children.

Who put in your hands hatred of gift,
Who with so many ire hurts you
Since the innocence could turn in destrucion.
Who will have stolen the world from you in a shot
Who put price to your life,
How the conscience lives with so much pain,
Say me who since and why, soldier of paper

Of lead they are not,
His skin is real
Thousand and one caeran
Not, does not import the age
They will suffer
It is one more bullet.

Not, they have not grown and already they have value
They have not lived and die for mistake
And his game it destroys the fire,
They are children of the fear.

Who put in your hands hatred of gift,
Who with so many ire hurts you
Since the innocence could turn in destrucion.
Who will have stolen the world from you in a shot
Who put price to your life,
How the conscience lives with so much pain,
Say me who since and why.

Who put in your hands hatred of gift,
Who with so many ire hurts you
Since the innocence could turn in destrucion.
Who will have stolen the world from you in a shot
Who put price to your life,
How the conscience lives with so much pain,
Say me who since and why, soldier of paper.


THINK ABOUT IT...