The war

The war.
Now I feel,
both good and not,
Many, many times I thought,
What is war?
And what it mean?
What I felt and what I seen,
And you won't me understand ,
if you're from Paris or other land,
So what is war?
And what is it?
It's when you're in a bomb shelter sit,
It's when the siren all day,
And l don't know what do l may,
It's when you tired and you fear,
And therе is almost nothing clear,
So why don't you understand?
We must to win, we must to stand,
Or a hundrets people there,
Will have find home, somewhere###