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  I want to fly over the world in this Simie,
  I want to fly fantasy paradise,
  There, warm and a miracle,
  Planted a new flower,
  The golden portrait showing its hope.
  When a person time to dusk.
  He had to fight his low forehead wrinkled,
  With his dull eyes,
  Just saw him around the world.
  Youth, Fly!
  High on the trunk from the ground to fly,
  The sun's light,
  Penetrate this dense crowd.
  You look down! There, the clouds will never disappear
  Cover the flood of feeling lazy spiral of land,
  This is our land.
  You see! Stagnant water in that motionless above the
  Emitting the negative of the carapace of a reptile,
  It is a boat, both sails, and helm,
  The instinct to catch up with a smaller reptiles,
  It jumped up, moments, and deeply penetrate into the water.
  It is not to touch the water waves, water waves are not to commit it,
  But this time, it is like blisters Side, ending up crushed on the reef.
  No one I do not know it is alive or dead,
  This is the fate of selfishness.
  Youth! Life will give you a sweet wine,
  As long as you and other people with taste.
  Whenever you connect the line with heaven,
  Your heart will revel in the joy of heaven.
  Young friend, let us go together,
  Public well-being but for our purposes.
  Unity is strength, enthusiasm have wisdom.
  Young friend, let us go together,
  Happiness belongs to those who fell down in pain,
  Rushed to others
  Provides a ladder leading to the glorious city of the people.
  Young friend, let us go together,
  Despite the rugged and dangerous roads,
  Violence and weakness so that we can not move forward,
  To violence against violence,
  For the weak, always wanted to learn to overcome it.
  If the cradle of the child the courage to cut off the head of Hydra,
  He will grow up to strangle the strange horse,
  Hell will be brought from the sacrifice,
  Will go to heaven for laurel.
  Go! Mo and I look to the distance,
  Destroy the intellect can not destroy everything
  Youth! Your arm like a lightning-like power and prestige,
  You fly like a eagle-like arrogance health.
  Hey! Well with shoulder shoulder with our shared chain belt
  Entangled in this Earth,
  Our mind and soul.
  Are shot in a focus,
  Then, on this earth to occupy a site.
  We take you onto a new road,
  Until you take off the mold of the hull,
  Remember your green era.
  In some darkness and chaos in the country where
  Quarrelsome elements are loud noise,
  God, shouting: "Stand up!"
  Material world is firmly positioned on the stand.
  Wind whistling. Flooding,
  The stars in the flicker.
  In the world, or a quiet night,
  Lust factor is constantly bickering
  Can be raised where the flame of love,
  Turbidity appeared in the spirit world,
  Youth will embrace it in their arms,
  Friendship, and it is always together.
  Relentless snow and ice on earth
  And cover together with a brighter elimination hide their prejudices,
  You are welcome, free morning Shu,
  Follow you to save the sun rises.
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给波兰母亲
Adam Mickiewicz
  Polish mother ah! In the eyes of your son
  If you shine a brilliant genius,
  Juvenile withdraw his forehead,
  If you reveal a proud and noble ancestors.
  If he left his peers,
  Go listen to old people singing carols,
  If he lowered his head, listening to
  People tell stories of their ancestors.
  Polish mother, ah, how unfortunate your son!
  Madonna in the sad before, get down on it!
  When you see that the enemy's sword into her heart was the blood of thorns
  Dripping when
  Do you feel it break your heart?
  While the whole world is in full bloom the flower of peace,
  Although all the countries, nations and factions should unite,
  But if your son participate in the fighting, which struggle for him,
  Only martyrdom, only the sacrifice, but can not be honored.
  Or let him stay in the lonely cave earlier,
  He was hanging around thinking, ... ... lying on the rushes on
  Breathe the damp smell,
  And snakes sleeping together.
  Let him learn his anger buried in the ground,
  His good ideas hidden in the abyss
  Evil, then quietly said, just exudes stench
  Put on a humble gesture, like frozen snakes ants.
  Our Saviour, when he was a child of Nazareth, when
  Guardian of the TV drama he saved the world cross.
  Polish mother ah! If I am your child;
  I have toys to play his future.
  Or earlier put his arm chains,
  Pulled him to the car body weak,
  In this way, he saw the executioner's knife is not afraid
  To see the noose without blinking an eye.
  Because he was not an ancient knight,
  _Insert_ed the victory of the Cross in Jerusalem,
  He is the World's soldiers.
  Farming for freedom, ... ... the blood withdrawal on the land.
  One day, the spies would report him unknown
  The court will punish him of treason,
  Will be sentenced him ferocious enemy,
  Dark dungeon is his battlefield.
  Construction of the gallows that dead wood,
  This loser is a monument to the dead,
  In order to praise his glory,
  Only fellow night long talk
  Only women short cry.
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