We hate wars, mother

We hate wars, mother

©   Ye Yint Thet Zwe

English translation Ye Yint Tin Aung Moe

We hate wars, mother

I still remember the time

When I heard we go to war

Because we hate war…

Piffany and sword

When they compete in your mind,

Love piffany

And give up from the sword.

We hate wars,

Thats the poem,

My mother used to recite.

O Mother, You shaped one era

and I flew away.

We sons... on the path of hope

Piffany and sword

When they compete in my mind,

I shall uphold piffany

and use my sword.

We will fight

till we win the war.

In reality…

We hate wars mother;

We hate wars…