Song of my life remains in my ruined home,
When you grave me my tikes will play that song,
A bud is due to flourish tomorrow in my garden,
Your missiles can't cease them efflorescence,
Like an another morning's burning sun, I remain,
Like an another winter night's moon, I remain,
Like a swinging sound of a white Pelican's
feather through my land, I remain,
Like a fleeing silver fish of my Parper river,
Like a chafe grain into your eyeballs,
I always remain in my mother land,
You can't elude hearing my freedom song
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I would like to translate this poem
I really like the poem because it is inspirational and it teaches us how wierd love can be.