From the sweat of
Our old poor parents
We grew into men
Ready to sweat for others
To make them grow too
Society is founded
On the sweat of slaves
Those working hard quarrying stones
Build others like houses
Even though the pope
Quarried stones
To build himself
From the sweat of
Our old poor parents
We grew into men
Ready to make ourselves
The best we can.
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I would like to translate this poem
Good one, the best within us is the sweat and tears of ancestors