The struggle on the earth and in 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 against 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 against 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 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"