Eu já tinha feito outros poemas em inglês, mas nenhum ficou bom. Esse também não achei lá essas coisas. Mas aí está:
Eu have already made some other english poetries, but I didn't like them. This one isn't so good, but it isn't so bad.
A noble warrior.
Today I'm gonna fight for someone,
for poor people, maybe sad.
Then, when I get my job done,
they will thank me for that.
I don't want a bag of gold.
I even need to take a rest.
I go through the hot and cold.
Without looking back, I go fast.
The bad experiences make me grow,
but I always feel I'm so small.
Under the stars my noble soul
will forever reminds me I'm not little at all.