Oh, My Little Boy Is Dead
Oh, my little son is dead
They killed him in that war
That has nothing to give me
Oh, I love my boy
The only I gave him away
Like a bad father
I cannot believe I let him to go
He's there somewhere in cold
Without I give him a funeral love
Why I have to do that
To let him to go without me
My little son who dead
At that awful night
And alone and tells to the moon to call dad
Oh, God I rebound you
Of my boy's death
I have to run far away
To throw myself over his dirty body
Of my boy's death
Who killed him having no heart?
The only one I have
Where can I find one?
As my little, handsome king's boy
Oh, my little tiger where your body
Has been thrown away?
My son you heard me
Tell me where you are
Your dead body or alive
Help me to find him
Please God.
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