Treat Your Old Parents As You Would

Let Us Not Ask For Miracles, Let Us Not Ask For Concern With What Is Good For The Country Of Him Who Comes As A Stranger To Make His Fortune And Leave Afterwards.

Man Works For An Object. Remove That Object And You Reduce Him Into Inaction.

Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give You Flight, To Die To Give You Life, To Rest Under Your Sky; And In Your Enchanted Land Forever Sleep.

Hold High The Brow Serene, O Youth, Where Now You Stand; Let The Bright Sheen Of Your Grace Be Seen, Fair Hope Of My Fatherland!

The Youth Is The Hope Of Our Future.