I was talking to Grandma today...
Soft voice:
Life is not a mistery,
you live it well...
It was a beautiful day,
June 22 1941.
Me and my school girlfriends went to the river.
Laughing, going back home
And a little boy almost flying near us on the big bike,
War, girls, war, war, war..
It was about six in the evening.
Every man is almost ready, few tracks near school, women crying,
Lines near school,
Men, women and children want to join the army...
