My comrade guerrilla
Inspired shape and undefeated smile
Embossedstone
In heart of my Cave
Logic in mind
Bullets in gun
To shoot my heart
How I trigger
Revolution and alternative
The world in thirsty
Ahead to centuries
Reality is the reality
Old path is narrow
Given path is wide
New path is old
How I forget my comrade
As a symbol
As a heritage
Asa style
Still you are on my shoulder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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