Goes, full of my life
She's like a fast car, doesn't want to stand, wants to drive.
And even though I have to get up every morning
I do not want to learning.
And i endure it,
Just to meet
With my cherished dream
I believe my house will be lit by a beam.
I will go,
Through the rain and snow.
And the Night will melt
And the Light will rise
And the Right will prevail...