The Crying City – Essy Syombua
Where are the birds
With the song of my history
Now I cry in silence
My beauty is fading.
With the song of my history
A song of beautiful scenery
My beauty is fading
Pollution, my enemy.
A song of beautiful scenery
Now traffic is my song
Pollution my enemy
And smoke my love.
Now traffic is my song
Dumpsites my dance floor
And smoke my love
Noise my beats.
Dumpsites my dance floor
Now, I cry in silence
Noise my beats
Where are the birds?
Nice piece Syombua
Wooow, I love this