Fukai Mori [Russian translation]

Inside the birdcage freedom is sung

So loud that our freedom song can't be heard

All the lives lost make no difference to us

The prayers of beasts locked inside the camp

Are softly surrounded by the poison gas

It's just like what the world feared of all those years ago

The stories from 1940 to 1945

End of the world

Inside the bug cage the butterfly prays of freedom

And our freedom prayers can't be heard

All the lives lost make no difference to us

In a pet shop where life has a price tag

We pick up and hold the lonely cat to our chests

It's like buying and selling a life for profit

Oh, what's it called again?

I'm too tired to remember the word

End of the world

Everybody has a different view of this world

I just want to live in harmony

There is no life that comes with a price into this world

I just want to treasure everything

End of the world

One day I began to feel that dogs weren't locked up in chains

So please let me ask you this:

“What is the reason that you are free?