汚いこの命を君にあげるよそれを食べてバレエを踊り綺麗なままで君は生きれる、ずっと願っている
パンとミルクを君に一つ与えてまぶたを撫でる溢れだす指の温度、君の未来はずっと
革命が変えてしまうのは震えるほど綺麗なステップ
誰かのために生きてみたい、でも僕たちに明日はない思い出の意味、花束の庭こわい人はもういないのに
パンとミルクを君に一つ与えてまぶたを撫でる溢れだす指の温度、君の未来はずっと続くと思った
壊れたのは君のせいだよ救われたのは君のせいだよクジラに食べられたいと言う君の名前もう忘れてる
誰かのために生きてみたい、でも僕たちに明日はないベランダに灰、花束の機械、クジラに食べられたい君は命を食べて生きる、でも僕たちに明日はない
I will give this filthy life to you. Consume it.You have always been wishing, that you’ll be able to live doing ballet gracefully.
I bestow one milk and bread to you and gently brush your eyelids.The temperature of my fingers begins to overflow, your future has always…
Steps lovely to the point of trembling are what the revolution would change
I want to try to live for someone, but there is no tomorrow for usThe meaning of a memory, a garden of bouquets, though the frightening person is no longer here
I bestow one milk and bread to you and gently brush your eyelids.The temperature of my fingers begins to overflow; I thought your future would last.
It’s your fault that I’m brokenIt’s your fault that I’m savedYou said you wanted to be consumed by a whaleI’m forgetting your name already.
I want to try to live for someone, but there is no tomorrow for usAsh on the veranda, a machine of bouquets, you want to be consumed by a whale.You consume your life and live, but there is no tomorrow for us.