Isn’t it proud?
To be out on the border
Facing guns
Smiling at Death
That threatens every moment.
Is’nt it proud?
To stand, salute
Your motherland – Your home.
Is’nt it proud?
When there blows
The breeze of freedom
With no doors, chains or locks.
Is’nt it proud?
To breathe, to feel
The world belongs to you
Now and ever after.
Freedom is not free, but it's a proud thing when you've fought for it and won it! Nice work of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All politicians should take note of this and act accordingly.