We lose everyone and we lose everything Simply because we don't know what we want... We don't want to die neither we want to live... We don't want to be neither we don't want to be not... We don't want to eat neither we want to fast... We don't want to come neither we want to come... What we want is invisible... We're alive, but in reality we're dead... We're really in death while we're alive... We are only pretty gravediggers to those who die In front of us... We cry and laugh at the same time... We lost that glory that we owned from our forefathers... We are like sardine cans... Our situation is so difficult to predict it... We are only in our bodies here, but Our souls are almost dead... We don't look like any other pretty nations... We are merely flying bubbles that their death is fast and Inevitable anytime, anywhere, and everywhere. _______________________________________________________________________
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I would like to translate this poem