If you pierce the secret life of eternal creature,
You must change the death, you try to give up your nature.
Give up!
You can't come to know the death by the stingy thinking,
Give your doubts back to mess, to the endless being.
Give up!
By the scream of hopes and pain animate oblivion,
Wake the people's hearts again, you give up your living.
Give up!
If you have the will of heart, you will see the violence.
You don't have to be too smart to talk to the silence.
Give up!