We live in this land, which is so mean sometimes,
Where people in their lives suffer from misfortunes.
Not everyone can pass through these kinds of mishaps,
Only with belief one can cope with it.

The strong one’s not who beats, but who can stand the hit.
All can beat weaker ones. Not all can bear it.
The strong one’s not who beats, but who can stand the hit.
One day, for sure, we will become much stronger.

And destiny sometimes brings disabled children,
And parents of the kids would complain with tears:
"It would be so much better, if it wasn’t this wa
We wouldn’t have this Endless Feeling of grief and sorrow."

The strong one’s not who beats, but who can stand the hit.
All can beat weaker ones. Not all can bear it.
The strong one’s not who beats, but who can stand the hit.
One day, for sure, we will become much stronger.

Never let yourself think this way, I beg you.
If I weren’t born, what would life like be?
So there would be no hope, no faith and nor love,
But as I am here, you do have them all.

The strong one’s not who beats, but who can stand the hit.
All can beat weaker ones. Not all can bear it.
The strong one’s not who beats, but who can stand the hit.
One day, for sure, we will become much stronger.