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Friends. . .
When the world no longer laughs and becomes hell
Do not think of this as grief
Because the sun still looks bright
Pursue and do not be a loser
Although the road is getting bleak and unruly
Step forward with the spirit of the struggle
Although the tears of blood has stalled
There is still one life in one body ready to die
Dying to fight for our lost world
Deprived by oppressors who claim to be fighters
Comrade. . .
Hear the wind and the sun
Did they ever say tired of trying to blow and shine?
Illuminates the beauty of our lives that must be fought for
Crawling, standing, walking and running for a victory
In a world that is no longer in balance
Among the glorified oppressors and the smaller ones disappear
As if the world were created for the rioters of justice… Read more
