Vsi bodo dosegli svoj cilj,
le jaz ga ne bom dosegel ...
Ognja prepoln, poln sil,
neizrabljen k pokoju bom legel.
Ogenj me v prsih bo žgal
in me ne bo mogel izžgati,
neutrujen jaz bi rad spal
takrat in ne bom mogel spati.
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