City of flames!
You will find everything in the middle of nowhere;
Thin, thing!
Young and beautiful;
Ivroy, story, history!
Old and strong;
'Hawk-eye'! !
Rain and life;
But, when will this war end in Syria?
Hawk eyes!
Swifter than ever;
With many dead bodies all over,
However, you will find everyting in the middle of nowhere.
Songs to the Sun God!
Songs to the Moon God!
With bullets falling down like rain;
And like thunder over the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem