This day, I was shouting.
Uwah- eh, Uwah- eh, Uwah-eh.
My little way shouting
This world to order
It was wartime.
I must out-shout the shooting shouts...
of this war.
I won; the war ended.
Wartime scenes and sins abound.
This day, I must not but shout again.
Uwah- eh, Uwah- eh, Uwah-eeeh.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem