Republic of Looke. 3, #3

The Old Tarqovani Song Sleep, my dear. The sun will shine. Look at me.Sleep, my dear. The lions will rise. The lambs will run. We are a world that has been taken. We are the grandchildren of sorrow.We are the children of tears.Where are the people who once carried you, Dear.Oh, we are the ones who have long lost our mothers and fathers.Where the criminals hide.Let them laugh, my Sweet.Let them bury our land.Let them make us cry.Oh those damned humans, here stands a General waiting.Oh here is his little girl.the Master of Generals.Waiting.Waiting to uproot the garden of oppressors.Let them.my Sweet.Let them.The sun will shine.