We will go to the springs of life and we can give ourselves a job.
We will shoot the fire in the eyes of the devil,
until we remain a flower bud.
Let us sit on the flower bed,
Let us pick a flower from the branch of happiness.
Whatever has gone, whatever was and whatever is,
Let us see all of it as hope for tomorrow.
We will shoot the fire in the eyes of the devil,
until we remain a flower bud.
We will shoot
the fire in the eyes of the devil,
until we remain a flower bud.
Let us sit on the flower bed,
Let us pick a flower from the branch of happiness.
Whatever has gone, whatever was and whatever is,
Let us see all of it as hope for tomorrow.
Let us laugh at the sorrow,
Let us sing the song of hope.
Let us end this life for ever.
We will shoot the fire in the eyes of the devil,
until we remain a flower bud.
We will shoot the fire in the eyes of the devil,
until we remain a flower bud.