Me and my rifle
I keep a rifle in his hand,
extent of his enemies
whose name was not met,
However, their long time ago I received,
I swore before the flag
a country whose own blood and flesh had to guard,
But the soul and thoughts constantly
My rifle is only a piece of iron,
without a soul, without thought, without what defines me
I need to do to meet
the oath before God that I made,
in the face of his other works
which not so long ago, I saw
but pronounced in
holding in his hand the only thing I was,
the only thing that will protect me,
when the lights fade, the advent night
in the dark I hear the cries of the vanquished,
Perplexed holding his own shadow,
who not so long ago
would give them a sense of victory,
has brought death,
and when and I dopadnie
before the projectile no way to escape,
bury me and my love,
write on the tombstone,
Here lies a soldier and his gun
who guarded the country, was killed in glory
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