How good that I do not afraid to die
and do not ask, how hard my sacrifice,
that do not cringe before you judges
in the misgiving of unknown miles
that lived and loved, without collecting bad
the hate, the damn and the confession
my nation, I’ll be back to you
when being dead, I turn to life,
with my endured, full of kindness face
I’ll greet you like the real son
and honestly, will look right in your eyes
and being dead I’ll be related with you guys