How ignorant we are born!
Unaware of threatening things
Which are growing on our own.

Ask me what they are
To tell you of nonchalance
And of our peace at war.

This is our old story of  life,
Needless to say, ludicrous matters
Have been expressed with a big lie.

Let's have a funeral for our souls,
For our body, our deeds, our hearts,
And those good ones playing no roles.

O' good deeds! shame on us!
You are fighting for our life,
But we are still at a loss!