Let’s play it tougher, 

unfair and rude.

My goodness will hide undercoat, 

deep and mysterious, 

covered by imprecise strictness.

I will be playing from the bad squad. 

You become better and I will be worse.

The unauthentic blanket 

will blind the eyes 

and take over them.

As the level advances, 

decency may weep in suffocation 

for it will start to fade. 

The tears must be paid off someday.

In the end, the victory 

is certainly mine.