Một thằng nhóc bất lực A pwerless boy

The love sun sparkling in my soul - I can turn around with the voice of a writer Singing through the five legs and four seas with a dream of peace Singing through barbed wire, mines and grenades, but a woodpecker Short, slightly short lips, short hands and feet, wishing a good wife Oh the small intestine is long and tortuous, the heart is endlessly vast Which mountains and rivers carry all the love I cherish with human life? Oh, my life is boring owl! Shouldn’t it be an oriole? Singing on top of melancholy alone for the world’s grief My souls revolve around but has never fallen into the hole To anyone I am as strong as the brave man in the Colosseum Swing the shining sword to kill the bloodthirsty people of war And one day my poetry, my literature, and my art castle will be in the museum I didn’t come to this world to laugh and enjoy It was to find the fresh, warm and sweet peace of honeycomb Then if war keeps licking people; I realize I’m powerless – just a boy.