We will be like our fathers - hiding
But we are more courageous than they
When my father was young, he wanted to be like the red sun
But we face down the howling wind and rain
There are still things worth preserving
There are still things I won't let go of
We will follow our fathers down the road of Revolution
But youth is a game and it requires power
We will be like our fathers - mortal
We will weep, yes, but we will never be lost
We will walk down this road of Revolution
This road of Revolution!