Countless ice crystals, rain and dew converge and reshape
in the general
Shaped me
I am a lonely wanderer.
Alone, alone.
Have lofty ideals and beliefs.
Siberian wind
Blow me up
Through Malacca, through Panama, through Cape Hafen.
Travel-stained all the way here.
I want to show the righteousness of the world here.
Even in this gray fog
Full of contempt and disdain of the world.
Gloomy and apathy
I know I will eventually dissipate.
Lightning struck me, the strong light pierced me, and the wind roared at me.
But I don't care.
I don't care!
Even if I turn to dust, sink in and fall down
Even if I am swallowed up by the abyss
There is only darkness in front of us.
I'll still be deep underground,
Give me a long loud cry:
Born to die!
Born to die!