The war is on, war of bullets
Be that as it may, I should go, an officer I am
To battle for the nation is an absolute necessity
Capture away all anticipating fears
My family, envelope passionate feelings of trepidation.
Goodness! My better half, out of our home,over open ludicrous grounds
You will go release unstopped shots on rivals of our nation
However, in the event that the red ink in your body pours like water on their territory?
Imagine a scenario in which their shots turn into the extraordinary preposterous relentless boundless one. Would you be gone until the end of time? Will I ever see you again?
Will your child grow up without a dad? Will I ever kiss you again?
"Daddy"? " What my kid"? Try not to go, consider the possibility that you pass on. "You influence me to cry my child, yet in the event that I kick the bucket, I bite the dust for the nation".