HIROSHIMA

Over the city there's flying the bomber
Sign under cabin say: Enola Gay
Three, two, one, zero - bomb gone
Mission is over, mission is done
Lines and lines of white bones
Thousands and thousands cutting screams
Nothing to break, no burning houses
Just a large desert, real holocaust
On pile of bricks there sit one little boy
Tears are flowing out of his eyes
In those kid's hands there's shinning the bone
Mission is over, mission is done
Beside the boy there's the shadow on the wall
The shadow in the form of adult women
Hides dust to a pocket, whispering "Mom"
Mission is over, mission is done
Hiroshima