obastales on my way
but i know how to play
i will through these obstacles away
People are now demons
they are just sour like lemons
they hurt us like the cannons
Now you have to fight
to make your future bright
To get out of this night
No more obsatcals on the way
now they will have to pay
you are rock but they are just the clay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem