The moments on the road of life
Hills, Trees and memoirs of joy
The edge and the nobility of the knife
Strong to the edge, its not a toy
Shivering in the winters of pain
The thirst, the revenge, flowing through my veins
Hunger is flying rampant in the skies
One, Two, Three, we are going to need more guys
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem