Wednesday 1st September 2004
Summer is over,
Boys and girls are on their way
To school nº1 opening its doors
on a gentle, hot and sunny day
All dressed in black or white
Children bringing flowers in their hands
Shy smiles on their faces
As for them today is their knowledge day

Black soldiers hiding in the woods
Carrying mines and guns,
Wearing black hoods
burst into the school
Shouting and beating kids
Forced them to go to their gym hall
Opening fire without a word
to kill the ones trying to escape
As for them today is action and horror day

All this time
I've been wondering why
men and children mixed in the same war
Once the trial ends
There's no way to forget

All this time
wounds that never healed
Using children as human shields
I thought that ''Russians love their children too''

3 days in unsustainable heat
No water, eating flowers,
having no sleep.
Rooftop collapsing
Spetznaz's entering the school
10 hours before shooting ends
letting place to despair.
They say they came here to die
and leave pain as much as they can.

All this time
have you seen my brother?
Tell me what happened to my son?
Footprints in the dust
and toys on the floor.

I cry for those who
left a child behind.
When a child dies
we have all failed,
Cos we can't bring
them back in any way.