Why Is It So? Poem by Dimka Sviridenko

You were fantastic
When i was sixteen
I was young and sarcastic
And you was thirty...

I asked you - Why with him, you?
You answered - cause not with you

When i fall in love in forty two
She was young and don't know the beatles and the who
I understand and tried to help her with that
but she tells me - youre like my dad

I asked her, why is it so?
she answered ' becouse not another, understand bro? ! '

To die left five minutes
In my life i had no limits
exept one... the worst one
No love... longer than night and another love...love of my mum...

I asked death why is it so?
Death answered... because Africa is the country of black, understand bro? ! '