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Three-year-old Asker1 (to my three-year-old grandchild)
By Jabir Novruz
As soon as he wakes up,
He takes the gun,
My little grandson
Kills, slaughters the enemy every day.
He puts on asker's uniform,
Puts on asker's cap,
Stands at attention, ready,
Like a real soldier.
……………..
Suddenly he shouts at the top of his voice
"Hurrah!" he shouts with all his strength,
And he passes with victory
Through Shushi, Khojaly.
My little asker
Passes through Murov mountain
Kelbajar was freed from
Fascist boots.
My little brave spirit fights
Instead of the grownups.
Fight, my little one, maybe the grownups
Will feel ashamed seeing you.
Fight, my little hero,
Because sooner or later
You should take not only Karabakh,
But also lair of blood Yerevan.
1 Azerbaijani soldier
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