Harp ininde
In War
Babalar evlerine mahçup döndü her akşam
Harp içinde.
Anaların sütü kesildi,
Çocuklar ağladı,
Erkekler askere gitti.
Kadınlar bir deri bir kemik.
Harp içinde kızlar sarardı.
Savaşanlardansa
Ancak bir hatıra kaldı.
Fathers went home feeling ashamed every evening
In war
Breast milk was cut
Children cried
Men went into army
Women just skin and bones
Girls turned pale in war
Just a memory remained
from warriors.
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Perang dalam perang
Para ayah merasa malu dengan rumah mereka setiap malamDalam peperanganSusu analis dipotong,Anak-anak menangis,Orang-orang pergi ke tentara.Wanita adalah kulit tulang.Gadis-gadis itu dalam perang.
Ini adalah salah satu dari orang-orang yang berjuangTapi ada ingatan.
Ayah pulang merasa malu setiap malamDalam peperanganASI dipotongTeriak anakOrang-orang pergi ke tentaraWanita hanya kulit dan tulang belulangGadis-gadis menjadi pucat dalam perang
Tinggal kenangan sajadari pejuang.
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