Remember my friend, the love never forgive
Calculate what you get, calculate what you give
In love this is the life, calculate everything
The weight of the beauty the weight of the ring
Do not forget your self, do not forget the world
To say that something that needs to be told
Remember me my friend, do not forget this throat
I get only my mind I get just what I got
There is three type of people in this poor land
One lives to work forever an other for weekend
The third is just a king if not a king is a star
This one can make a peace this one can make a war
We live for the ground, we live for the sky
We live for bless or curse, we live to live to die
What can be the real answer to the most difficult throat
We live to die my friend to get what others got
They was one day this way, they live for us to live
They love for us to love, the love never forgive
So remember this my friend, the life is just a throat
So live the life with love, the life is just to short
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I would like to translate this poem