| The struggle on the earth and the sky |
| The struggle of mine, my sacrifice |
| I never give up and I try to fight |
| For the faith in the rescue |
| I’m struggling getting out of bed |
| My dance on the scene of incidents |
| I never give up and I try to fight |
| For the faith in the rescue |
| This place is lost in the emptiness |
| It’s a sleepy space of infirmity |
| I never give up and I try to fight |
| For the right to the struggle |
| I hear the angry murmurs all around |
| Of sad and salty evenings with no hope |
| I never give up and I try to fight |
| For the faith in the rescue of my soul |
| If you don’t use your lazy brain every day |
| It leaves the struggle and it’s dying away |
| Once I was told that it’ll be this way: |
| «In toil you’ll struggle all your days till the end» |
| Struggle againts the struggle, again |
| And the time is running out to the end |
| I never give up and I try to fight |
| For the faith in the rescue |
| The struggle and rage againts the law |
| For establishing another norm |
| I never give up and try to fight |
| For the right to the struggle |
| Here is the space of the chronic silence |
| And the life is slipping out of my hands |
| I never give up and I try to fight |
| For the faith in the rescue |
| I feel sorrow for all that I couldn’t tame |
| I feel sorrow for all these missing days |
| I never give up and I try to fight |
| For the faith in the rescue of my soul |
| If you don’t use your lazy brain every day |
| It leaves the struggle and it’s dying away |
| Once I was told that it’ll be this way: |
| «In toil you’ll struggle all your days till the end» |