Final Bout
Just staring at the ground
We were young
We were outnumbered
Twenty to one
It hurts right now
After a while
We will learn to give up our stregnth
And there's nothing to say
It's already too late
Where are you going?
And what will you wear?
Just stay and I'll say it again
It's no use
It's not you
We were young
We were outnumbered
Twenty to one
Batalla Final
Mirando fijamente al suelo
Éramos jóvenes
Éramos superados en número
Veinte a uno
Duele en este momento
Después de un tiempo
Aprenderemos a renunciar a nuestra fuerza
Y no hay nada que decir
Ya es demasiado tarde
¿A dónde vas?
¿Y qué te pondrás?
Solo quédate y lo diré de nuevo
No sirve de nada
No eres tú
Éramos jóvenes
Éramos superados en número
Veinte a uno