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CHILDREN AN OLD OLIVE

Distant Voices carried by the wind,
shouted to the sky before an ancient olive tree,
witness to this time, this time each
while leaving the air,
a trail of light that shakes our conscience.
No one can tell by those tears,
paid for humanity.
listen to that voice that tells us
never leave this life,
this life that has always won joys and sorrows.
sing a new day is born, before this Cross
chiniamoci,

strengthen our faith
one day we need it.
people pray in front of an ancient olive tree,
witnessed a pain that did not belong,
of a pain given by 'love for his children.
Think of the tears, so have a feeling your pain. This applies to life
that sometimes eludes us.
Rejoice in the love that never claimed anything in return.
This applies to the life that we sometimes describe things that are not such
think those tears so your pain will make sense. This applies to life
distant and elusive that takes us surrounds us, and as a passion
disturbing tells us that death is near,
think that maybe that's her mother that hampers our intentions,
dictated by conscience evil.