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If suddenly and I will be a metal,
Do not coin the coins from me.
I don't want to strum in the anyone's pocket,
To allume the evil light in the eyes.
If it is my fate to be the metal
Forge the weapons from me.
To be I am a knife or a dagger
To sleep in a sheath and to fly in the fight, ringing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem