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"