Hold on, boys, hold on.
No need to show off your muscles around.
The place is not a boxin' ring.
Nor a battlefield for you to run;
Merely a fair playground;
With just some kids havin' fun.
Hold on, boys, hold on
World peace, wisdom and harmony
Will never be offshoots of weaponry.
For goodness sake; drop your guns;
They're just kids havin' some fun.
Hold on, boys, hold on.
Your evil masters have fooled you
Turned you out bullets in their hands.
And they've promised you lands
Of plenty.Oh, what a pity!
We could cherish you dearly
Were it not for your deeds.
Bloody deeds, indeed.
Unforgiven.
And they were just kids havin' some fun!
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I would like to translate this poem
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