My idol! Yukava, is dead Oh God! Yes, that is If our children should
live a luxury life than us… -…we have to live by corrupting
– Brother don’t get in to the vehicle Your guy will themselves say
that your death is an accident With any mark of wounds, your corpse and
your guys corpses will be at the seashore You can change your mind even now – What do you say?
– I say only one thing Kill me But don’t kill my guys
because they aren’t joining you – They are family men
– Then die nastily What’s the nasty in this? I will die for our soil But your death will be nasty Save me! Oh God! My son… Save my children! Save my son! Oh God! Povaragan, save my son Save me! Povaraga, save my son Save me! Oh god! My son Go Save me Save him