I was born score winters ago, my father had a sheepskin hut and a cart, and my mother smiled and sung.
I have loved Abeytu. She had eyes like the flower of the ma'pah. And she smiled. And sung.
Today they have spilled my lifeblood on the broken field, but I die happy. For I die for the clan.
Limba engleza este o limba puternica, chiar daca i-am dat putina atentie in ultima vreme. M-am trezit din somn cu aceasta bucatica, si-mi cer scuze cititorilor care nu o inteleg, dar n-am de gand s-o arunc.