Nhạc sĩ: Traditional
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He was tormented by a heavy battle and died a glorious death. In the struggle for the people's cause, He glorified God with an honest voice. Our enemy did not deceive you, You were surrounded by your own. We ourselves were born and closed. Your eyes are fire. No grief gave the soul, No tears came to the eyes When we said goodbye to you. Your ashes fell asleep in the ground. No word could soothe us, We were torn by the country in battle. And to avenge you mercilessly, Look at your enemy. Look at your enemy.
