Casablanca ["Blazing stood on the deck boy"]
FERISHIA HEMANZU (1793-1835)

The boy stood on the burning deck.
However, all of the dead;
Battle of the wreckage torch but ye peyote
Jacaranda round record of his death.

However, the bright and beautiful, he's standing
I was born to rule the world, a storm;
Blood creature is a hero
The cause of the same children, however, proud.

Fireworks - is not to criticize the move
His father is not in words;
Swoon under his father's death
His voice is not heard.

He called loudly - 'the father said,
However, if my work is complete? '
He is the leader and did not know
My son unconscious.

'Talk, and my father! ] He cried again,
'And so I went out after'
However, the reaction to the sound of shots
And Rolling fire quickly.

He welcomed a baby's head,
And that waving,
After death, watching colours
Still brave despair.

And the death in a loud voice, and again,
'Father! I survive? '
During his jacaranda quickly, and sail through the Veil,
How to submit a fishing reel to create a fire.

They are overwhelmed by the splendour of wild boat,
Egypt grabbed the flag rising,
And the flow through the children's kindness
INZA SUKAI and banner ads.

It's just that you have - Slim road
The boy - oh! Where were you?
I ask around the Wind
Debris scattered with sea! --

Mast, the leader of fairness and pennon
In addition, part of his continuing --
Noble died there, but it
He worked as a real heart.