In high sea
In low plains
A life without stains
Is her plea
Just
Just like an eagle
Where the vision fades
Becomes the hero
of vision and chase
Just to destroy
and give back to the soil
Oh what a sad freedom
No worries but you lost your kingdom
T'was just a price and treason
...everything has a reason
For us to forget and be happy
Happiness is my hobby
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem