Struggle

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"