Sadako is folding cranes,
The colour spills from the bed,
Golden paper fold one thousand,
Gods will grant you a wish.
One mile from Misasa Bridge,
The atom bomb explodes,
She is blown out of the window,
She is two years old.
This is our cry,
This is our cry,
This is our cry.
Tens years later,
swollen purple legs,
Her pool black eyes,
Family huddles,
around the bed,
Her last meal tea on rice.
This is our cry,
This is our cry,
This is our cry.
compositores: Laura Veirs
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