My friends and relatives
come out of sight
for which there is no reason to fight
Gather around
for which there is no sound
there is no cast
but change will be fast
Angels sing
for which pipers and trumpets will sing there tune
men marching two by two will be soon
no need to be ashamed
for which this is not our blame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem