I saw an eagle, who was wounded,
He was at war with ravens and spades,
Injured, he struggled to get up,
But could not, he had no aid…
One wing on the ground he carries,
With blood on his chest,
Oh, watch out spades, be wary!
You had me at my worst,
If not, I would have seen your feathers,
Scattered all over the valley, first!
鷲
傷ついた鷲を見た
彼はカラスとの戦いの末
怪我をして起き上がれなくなった
立ち上がることすらできない
地面に置かれた片翼
胸に血を流しながら、
ああ、気をつけて、カラスよ
私が弱っている時にあなたは私に会った
そうでなければ、私は谷に散らばるあなたの羽を見たでしょう！
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