Placed on the edge between left and right,
Long ago she became the center between them.
Constantly plowed over by cunning neighbors,
She dreamed of independence,
And at times even had it.

For a short time. While the exhausted hordes
Offended and shamed
Gathered their strength,
Mended their broken plows and swords
And secretly laid plans of revenge.

Reborn empires did not spare people,
They stirred up the fires of propaganda,
They harnessed the iron horses once more,
In a new way they plowed the borders.