Young, happy, and free, starting to have fun.
The sky dull & grey, and away with the sun.
Confused & unfocused and the war just begun.
You're on the battlefield, should you fight or run?
In close combat, use a knife or a gun?
In a war within yourself, have you loss or you won?
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I would like to translate this poem