On the first Sunday of every month,
We go to the shooting range,
three generations and I,
We go there to escape from
the pain and regret
We go there to shoot
bow and arrows
and the bullets in our guns.
we go there to be free
on the first Sunday of every month
My great-grandfather, my papa, and my dad and I always go to the shooting competitions every first Sunday of the month and we do it to escape from my always drunk great-uncle (papa's brother) and my always high, always drunk, abusive uncle (dad's brother).