手を振る影 新しい術で
川を泳ぐ魚を 針で列ね
見上げてる天へ 捧ぐ子供 知らぬ弱さ
チクタク・・・チクタク・・・流れる
愛も欲もその手の平に伏せて
チクタク・・・チクタク・・・思い出せば
不完全な空合
答えて欲しい この体、汚れきった涙の跡
余生の方が勝るような 不確かな今に怯え
そうカメラが映していた 悲劇は何も伝えなかった
強くない 強くない
僕らを洗い流す雨を待つ
眺めてる光景 悲しげな情景は 不幸の雨で 汚れる
砕いて欲しいこのまま 焼かれきった史上の愛楽
長い夢に醒めるような 現実をどこかに望み
“おかえり”憔悴の中 優しさはいつもそばにあるの
怖くない 怖くない
僕らを洗う黒い雨が降る
チクタク・・・チクタク・・・流れる
愛も欲もその手の平に伏せて
チクタク・・・チクタク・・・思い出せば
君が見える あの空の向こうで
チクタク・・・チクタク・・・流れる
愛も欲もその手の平に乗せて
チクタク・・・チクタク・・・思い出すの
あの日の笑顔に逢いたいよ
伝えて欲しいこの愛を 消えてしまったあの人へ
長い嘘であったなら どれだけの救いになるんだ
途絶えて均しいこの愛は いつか波に呑まれようと
届くはずだ 届くはずだ
僕らはその「今」に生きて死ぬ
English:
Your waving
silhouette, by new means
the fish swimming in the river queue at the hook, don't they?
looking up at the heavens, a child sacrifice
weakness unknown
tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows
love and desire lay inverted in the palm of this hand
tick-tock, tick-tock, when i remember
imperfect atmosphere
please answer, this body, tracks left by filthy tears
frightened by the uncertain present that extends
through the course of my life
the tragedy reflected in this photograph
did not convey such a thing
not strong, not strong
waiting for the rain to cleanse us
the spectacle we are viewing, that sad scene
becomes polluted by a sorrowful rain
i want to break from it as it is, this burnt historic love
i hope for some kind of reality to wake me
from this prolonged dream
"please go back" to the middle of exhaustion;
kindness was always beside you
it's not frightening, it's not frightening
black rain falls to wash us
tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows
serenity and virtue lay inverted in the palm of this hand
tick-tock, tick-tock, when i remember
i can see you, on the far side of this sky
tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows
love and desire placed in the palm of this hand
tick-tock, tick-tock, remembering
i miss the smile from that day
please convey this love to that vanished person
if it were a lasting lie, how long before my redemption?
this love equally ceased, that it
would be swallowed by a wave
must reach, must reach
we exist in this "now", then die
the fish swimming in the river queue at the hook, don't they?
looking up at the heavens, a child sacrifice
weakness unknown
tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows
love and desire lay inverted in the palm of this hand
tick-tock, tick-tock, when i remember
imperfect atmosphere
please answer, this body, tracks left by filthy tears
frightened by the uncertain present that extends
through the course of my life
the tragedy reflected in this photograph
did not convey such a thing
not strong, not strong
waiting for the rain to cleanse us
the spectacle we are viewing, that sad scene
becomes polluted by a sorrowful rain
i want to break from it as it is, this burnt historic love
i hope for some kind of reality to wake me
from this prolonged dream
"please go back" to the middle of exhaustion;
kindness was always beside you
it's not frightening, it's not frightening
black rain falls to wash us
tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows
serenity and virtue lay inverted in the palm of this hand
tick-tock, tick-tock, when i remember
i can see you, on the far side of this sky
tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows
love and desire placed in the palm of this hand
tick-tock, tick-tock, remembering
i miss the smile from that day
please convey this love to that vanished person
if it were a lasting lie, how long before my redemption?
this love equally ceased, that it
would be swallowed by a wave
must reach, must reach
we exist in this "now", then die
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