Oh how I could just walk and smash that face
Buried it deep between the hall of shame and house of disgrace
Or make your smug vanished without a trace
But.. -not today, not today-
Sometimes I just think hard on how I would take it down
To burn the whole society with guilt and paved it to the ground
Or to take a revolution on a march without a sound
But.. -not today, not today-
Praise the glory on how the evening starts with a golden touch
And be thankful of how the beauty within a day is abundant as much
For it was within me, an intention so bleak in the human arch
But..-not today, not today-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem