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A charaid chòir,
tha sinne nar suidhe an-seo,
a' fuireach gus am bàsaich sinn,
a' smaointinn dè rinn sinn,
airson beatha mar-seo.
Bhàsaich Dadaidh,
chan eil càil aig Mamaidh,
tha mo phiuthar a' caoineadh;
tha mise a' fuireach
airson biadh ceart,
uisge glan,
taigh ùr,
beatha nas fheàrr.
Tha mo phiuthar cho bochd,
a' sgiamhail fad an latha;
tha mi 'g iarraidh cuideachadh…
chan urrainn dhomh…
Tha mi gun fheum
dìreach nam shuidhe
a' feitheamh air cuideigin a chuidicheas sinn.
Cuidich mi…
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Dear friend,
we are sitting here
waiting to die,
wondering what we did
to deserve a life like this.
Dad died,
Mum has nothing,
my sister cries;
I am waiting
for wholesome food,
clean water,
a new house,
a better life.
My sister is so ill:
She screams all day
I long to help…
I cannot…
I am useless,
just sitting here
waiting for someone who will help us.
Help me…. |
