Our deed is big and honourable
Like oil boiling in bloody squash
Like a line creeping away
Like warm bread
Like milky rain
In the world that knows no sin
Our deed is final like the last cartridge
Like the ever-last feat
Like every last time
Like the first breath
Like the first step
In the world that knows no sin
Like slanting downpour, they will knock at our door -
Wrathful springs and merry armies
One day -
Just believe -
The pendulum will swing to the right side
And there should be time no longer[*]
Our deed is hopeless like a finger
Torn off by an enemy's bullet
At the people's holy war
Like a sledge trail
Like a mortal god
In the world that knows no sin
Our deed is heroic like an everyday school
Of deserved slaps
Like earth's iron grip
Like for real
Like with no luggage
In the world that knows no sin
Like slanting downpour, they will knock at our door -
Wrathful springs and merry armies
One day -
Just believe -
The pendulum will swing to the right side
And there should be time no longer
[*]a reference to Revelation 10:6