This one in my native tongue please
WRONG SIDE OF HEAVEN
...Poetry...
Ko ženska ugasne ogorek mu v srce, on pobrije si lase in na pot vojaško gre.
On čuti le še rane bojne in to z užitkom, dela in zaslužek nista več počitek.
Je celo življenje prosil za sočutje in posluh, postal je reven in brez prijateljev... je potepuh.
Brezdomec brez objema je vsak, ki rad bi zgolj posluh in objem, hrano in prijateljski nasmeh, ne dobi ga in preide v GREH.
Med tem, ko mir je sočuten ja sočloveku in osoren NE tiraniji.
AND NOW IN ENGLISH
When a woman puts out a flaming cigarette within his chest he goes to war and shaves his head.
The only thing He barely feels are battle wounds that hit him harsh, work and rest no longer give his soul respite.
Only things he asked His whole life were three- food,, compassion, company.
Oh yee soldier now you see there's people 10 giving solace thee, as doctors, officers and me,
-now that THAT hunger you can't feed...
...laying on the ground in agony.
Every man and woman homeless ''free'', when no one's there to rescue ''ME''.
We go to sin because we can no longer see and harm a brother, sister -three.
When peace is a sometimes ''Sure'' to Friends and an always ''NO!'' towards tiranny.
-translated by hand one day later
-Snow Leaf Panther
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