The sea patrol,
Please bring out the dead in Libya! !
For the hair and the body are like the high-heel girls;
But in the wilderness are they gone too soon,
So try to bring out the dead for burial.
Bombs and bullets of war!
We are still seeing what is going on in Libya! !
But in the wilderness in search of the dead bodies is your mission;
So try to bring our the dead for a peaceful burial.
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