僕だけのサロンミュージック胸いっぱいに吸い込んで白い息吐き出した御伽噺、夢みたいなそんな話うがい薬さすぐに吐き出してやる！17歩目、歩いてきた時間は安定を求め落ち着いてきてるかなリアル＋少しの夢＝の先、そんな無難な歩き方でいいや無難な僕はスワロースタイルで青い春を気ままに飛びたい燕飛ぶ青い春に倦怠感彩ったつまりはそう僕の中で何かが弾け飛んだ乾いた朝 冷たい空気震える肺に今言い聞かせて息を吹き込んだ燕のように生きてみたいな君の声を思い出したい欲張りでもいいかいいつかは僕はスワロースタイルで青い春を気ままに飛びたい歩き出した僕の足に焦燥感巻きついて伸ばした手のその先の空を見上げるんだスワロー飛ぶ青い春に倦怠感彩ったつまりはそう僕の中で何かが弾けとんだ
Salon music only for me, I breath in the lump in my throatand spit out a white breathFairy tales, just like a dream. A story like mouthwash.I spit it out immediately!
The 17th step, the time I walked here demands stabilityI wonder if it's settling downReal + some dreams= beyond, that innocuous way of walking is fine.
Innocuously in the style of a swallowSelfishly I want to fly to a green springtime
The swallow flies, to the green spring, painted with fatigueIn other words,Something within me has flown off
The parched morning, the cold air,My trembling lungs warn me nowI breath inI want to try living like a swallowI want to remember your voiceIs this kind of greed ok?
Sooner or later, I will, in the style of a swallowSelfishly I want to fly to a green springtime
Uneasiness is curling around my legs as I walkAbove my extended hand, looking up at the skyThe swallow flies, to the green spring, painted with fatigueIn other words,Something inside me has flown off