If your soul which is exhausted of wars is wounded,
And if the fight is no longer pleasurable,
If the number of ones who realise your wound is so much, if there isn't anybody who has remedy,
And if today, nothing which makes happy has happened again,
Enduring it is difficult.
Oh, one wants to drink in such evenings.
Oh, the bad things I experience happen in such evenings.
Oh, I wanna go away in such evenings.
Oh, the sun rises so late in such evenings.
If your soul which is exhausted of wars is wounded,
And if the fight is no longer pleasurable,
If the number of ones who realise your wound is so much, if there isn't anybody who has remedy,
And if today, nothing which makes happy has happened again,
Enduring it is difficult.
Oh, one wants to drink in such evenings.
Oh, the bad things I experience happen in such evenings.
Oh, I wanna go away in such evenings.
Oh, the sun rises so late in such evenings.