On the stony beach
There's still a place where birds land
While the tourists blinded by the sun
Take their dinghies back on the water
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On the stony beach
Children hug marking off walls with small hands
While the trippers blinded by the sun
Point a fingers at them

Listen to me for a while
As we don't know if there will be another chance
To be eye to eye with each other again
And answer our questions.
Is it worth to stand proud in front of everyone
Who tries to dump our beliefs down?
Shall we deal a blow
To everyone who taunts our faith?
Is it worth to clarify at all
Why and what we believe in?
Is there really such a big difference
Between two fathers, two mothers, daughters and sons?
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Listen to me for a while
As we don't know if there will be another chance
To redeem our sins
And whole world in total quarrel