From the moment you learn to say Dad,
several giants stand against you.
How they're alive, you're never told;
thinking of them, not your right;
merely obey to the end of time.
Everlasting giants are always there;
unlike those of epics, no hero defeats them;
fighting with them is futile.
But after some years, a miracle happens;
old enemies begin to speak
by your own tongue!
They never forsake you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem