To the children of 90s from the post-soviet Georgia

Once upon a time a boy was born,

and a girl as well, just nearby,

in cruel darkness they were born

in the hands of fire and war lullaby.


they went to school, not everyday,

but everyday they read toilet papers,

they fought and they were frightened

of darkness, of yards and of streets.


They defeated the time and survived

from darkness, from yard and the street,

paying tribute to the classmates, cruelly graved

in the darkness of yards and the streets.


Already grown ups, standing on their feet,

engraved from darkness, yard and the streets,

they never peed in the bed from then on,

and never prayed in the bed after the wars.





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