There! little boy, don't cry!
They have broken your toys, I know;
Your fire truck red
Underneath the bed
Was new not so long ago;
But childhood days will soon rush by.
There! little boy, don't cry!
There! young man, don't cry!
She has broken your heart, I know;
When she said good-bye
With no reason why
Only that she had to go;
Affairs of the heart will soon pass by.
There! young man, don't cry!
There! tired soldier, don't cry!
They have broken your spirit, I know!
With gun and bomb
In Vietnam
Youth seems so long ago.
It's not for the government and its lie,
It's for each other we die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem