K ei te ki atu ratou ki o ratou whaea, Kei hea he witi, he waina? I a ratou e hemo ana, e pera ana me te hunga kua patua ki nga huarahi o te pa, e maringi ana o ratou wairua ki nga uma o o ratou whaea.
They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.
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