Freedom
In my small hands, my tiny hands, I used magic to make the scent of a spring breezeThe rainy town is silent - let's make a quick escape from all this
Black shadows find gaps in our tears, lashing out with dirty hands and swallowing us
But the boredom and agony disappear with your magicThe drive of the Telecaster Guitar1 has pierced my feelings
I'm stashing away things I want to tell you, and I flash you a smileThis is tiring, I can see that. I want to put an end to adults' freedom.
Those fat and flabby in this small worldAre all wrong for not even knowing the scent of a spring breeze!
But the anxiety and loneliness run away with youThe delay effect2 on the Telecaster Guitar opens the exit door
But joy and living free will never be diminished hereSoon, the magic of your spring breeze will thawWhen I give the signal, jump! Keep hold of my hand!The Telecaster Guitar is shattered... let's escape from this town