「diary entry :: 01/02/2005」
05:54am
did a translation of DAS:VASSER -「拘-束」
DAS:VASSER
「Restriction」Lyrics&Music written by Ichirou
Being bound, was bound, binding to the people who eat into that brain
In the middle, middle, middle of darkness I leave my true self behind
Hiding these messy scars, I use that fake me as a shield
Is such a me ugly? Is such a me a mistake?
Above the right hand side of the deep green tatami-mat a lifeless person is rotting away
Without seeing that the insects at its feet don’t stop moving in circles
Can I go beyond these dark times, as my thought circuit is coming to a halt
Am I not even allowed to stand? Am I not even allowed to dream?
In this room with the low ceiling my heart was brought up
The prison entwined in strings bears painful memories
Chorus: Earnest thoughts passing my mind by.
These insects will stop moving. “Or will I?”
Today again I stare at the outside world from the crack on the right
Is it considered looking at a dream if that bound me is allowed something?
Chorus: Earnest thoughts passing by my mind
These insects will stop moving
Transient thoughts which you cannot yet see
Teaching me love before I turn cold. “Only to me…”
did a translation of DAS:VASSER -「拘-束」
DAS:VASSER
「Restriction」Lyrics&Music written by Ichirou
Being bound, was bound, binding to the people who eat into that brain
In the middle, middle, middle of darkness I leave my true self behind
Hiding these messy scars, I use that fake me as a shield
Is such a me ugly? Is such a me a mistake?
Above the right hand side of the deep green tatami-mat a lifeless person is rotting away
Without seeing that the insects at its feet don’t stop moving in circles
Can I go beyond these dark times, as my thought circuit is coming to a halt
Am I not even allowed to stand? Am I not even allowed to dream?
In this room with the low ceiling my heart was brought up
The prison entwined in strings bears painful memories
Chorus: Earnest thoughts passing my mind by.
These insects will stop moving. “Or will I?”
Today again I stare at the outside world from the crack on the right
Is it considered looking at a dream if that bound me is allowed something?
Chorus: Earnest thoughts passing by my mind
These insects will stop moving
Transient thoughts which you cannot yet see
Teaching me love before I turn cold. “Only to me…”