Elnarə Xəlilova • Khojaly

Khojaly's kids will never grow up
The dreams they had lay buried in their eyes
Those who survived will probably go on
The spirit of terror will always live in them
What have these poor innocents done
Was their charge indeed being born
As all of their cries rose up
Has the God in need heard their call?
Mothers and children were slaughtered
While we muted all our witness
Innocence was once more destroyed
Mothers and children were slaughtered
While we muted all our witness
Innocence was once more destroyed
And the world kept its silence
Innocence was once more destroyed
And the world kept its silence