On the borders
A soldier lives for his land,
Awaiting his commands.
Fighting in the borders,
Making the enemies in disorder.
Sleeping in rocky terrains,
Making it their lifelong bane.
Their boots are dusty,
Their uniforms are muddy.
Their guns are always loaded,
And they make sure we remain bonded.
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