Goulash
No heater, no stove. No warm water, let alone cold clean. - The lightning flashes; the shot down one rockets from the distance. - Whether they still today hit here? - No blood bank, that not count bit Dracula. - The stench of decay and expired petrol takes the breath away. - Between trees rustles it again and again. A deer, a soldier? - Nobody wanted the war of those not him wanted to? - This destruction and this bloodshed are all worth it. - Is that the price of freedom? If that the price of freedom is, I don't want to know what is the price of love!
