Up we’re raised,
When we’re down.
Getting praised,
When we frown.
Whether many or few,
They are the best.
They see us through,
Bad times and the rest.
When we bleed,
They have our back.
Try to give what we need,
So give what they lack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Will stand for the friend this «knightly honor»... nice...