Do you still remember,

the weight of cannon?

That’s the weight of life;

Do you still remember,

the sound of guns?

That’s the sound of death;

Do you still remember,

the moan on the battlefield?

It’s eager for the peace.

We wish for the day

when there’s no moan, no weapon

no battle, no kill.

we wish for the day when poppies blow

when pigeons are flying over the sky

we wish for the day, when peace comes to the every corner of the world.