It has been offered to you!
So, don't throw it away;
And like the sweet muse of a little child.
Local farmers,
Snipers,
Hatred before honour! !
But, killed in action;
With increased anger and hatred.
A cup of drink,
The muse of love,
The works of peace;
But, the truth has been offered to you!
So, don't throw it away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem