NG, THE VICTORY IS OURS!
(TRANSLATION)

Strength's used to answer violence,

so that tomorrow isn't darker than today.

The flame of the retirement to defend our rights.

It's a pitty, but that's the only way left to choose

Wanting to eliminate the feelings, suffering.

RAW WINTER, THE VICTORY IS OURS!

RAW WINTER, THE VICTORY IS OURS!

That gigantic iron gate looks like a border.

But, blow, after blow, they took its teeth off.

A throat yells from the guts:

The scream flies and hits the gate violently,

the fire from the heart's inside

melts the cold iron then.

RAW WINTER, THE VICTORY IS OURS!

RAW WINTER, THE VICTORY IS OURS!

If inside is hot, the outside is too warm.

Let'em realize that feelings are the same.

The Solidarity in the winter march might be seen this way,

like a child who's being given birth can achieve,

both the outside and the inside meet each other in one.

RAW WINTER, THE VICTORY IS OURS!

RAW WINTER, THE VICTORY IS OURS!