カナリア、揺れた肩、喉が枯れたんだ五月が終われば顔を忘れる
革命が始まり娼婦は母になった
たとえば君が死んだならわかるだろう絵の具にこの記憶が溶けて血を隠す僕は昨日ピエロの夢を見た
君はこめかみに今銃口を押し付けた羊の群れの中で産まれた僕の子供へ
この目が潰れてしまってもこの手が腐ってしまっても心が侵されてしまっても二人が間違ってしまっても
注射器から溢れ出す液体と褪せた写真の束、ウサギの目、醜く変わるたとえば君が死んだなら変わるだろう地図にこの体が溶け出して街になる
君のスプーンの持ち方をまだ思い出せないんだ
A canary, my shoulders swayed, its voice has witheredIf the month of May ends, I'll forget its face
The revolution has begun, and a prostitute has become my mother
For instance, if you had have died, I would probably understandIn these oil paints, these memories dissolve, and hide the bloodI had a dream of a clown yesterday
You pressed the point of a gun against my temple just nowTo my child, who was born amongst a flock of sheep
Even if these eyes cease to workEven if these hands rot awayEven if my heart is invadedEven if the two of us are mistaken
The liquid that overflows from the syringe,a stack of faded photographs, and the eyes of a rabbit, hideously changeFor instance, if you had have died, it would probably changeOnto a map, this body will melt, and become a city
I still cannot remember how you held a spoon