The cruel history is still holding
The time raised this valuable theory
Learning crushes the mistakes
Only on the days we cry, we rip the times

And now, the background of the stories we tell and pass
We know it and the truth at the bottom is crazed
What our behavior means
What comes from our knowledge?
Though we wait, the answers won't come ahead

Cannot connect each person's thinking
Everything is ill-matched and awkward
High ideal. Sickness and poor minds
Ignorance becomes a brag. Such a sad distance
A miracle of sinful brains

Now switch. Dare tomorrow
Hold a great force to avoid agony
Left in a self-alienation
Have faith in both erasing you out and loving you
The origins play frightened in a small garden

(English translation)