Pain with its sweetness
harshness, easiness
the point is in wanting
in requesting and in doing
The earthquake in me
the storm in me
is barrel-driven
like the lead of a target.
To want and to do
want, want, want, want
to want and to do
to want and to do
want, want, do, do
You are a first grade soldier
be my revolution
Like a martyr's focus
be a master of fighting.
Indestructible mountains
we will burn together
while walking to victory
be the solder of an army
To want and to do
want, want, want, want
to want and to do
to want and to do
want, want, do, do
You, me, she if she accepts
the memories of the martyr
You, me , she if she accepts
and the dream of independence.
You, me, she if she accepts
sworn to be saved
you, me , she if she accepts
there's an army going to victory
To want and to do
want, want, do, do.