I was tintless,
I was flawlessly clear,
I was transparent,
and now I am completely white.
Seems like someone considered it’s winter
and covered me with whitening.
I could be white –
but still clean.
Even if it means I’m frigid,
my gaze still would be fair.
But someone considered it’s war
and colored me black.
I can see the color,
though I haven’t been here yet.
I can hear the color, I can feel the color,
I don’t want to contact
with all those who’s already painting up the sky.
I can see a song in the distance,
but all I can hear is:
Forward, MARCH!
Double time, MARCH!
The scariest crowd I’ve ever seen
is a khaki-dyed crowd.
I could be black –
whatever, I could be the Devil himself,
but one of the chiefs
that always spoil for the fight
gave a command to step on the summer
and trampled down me into khaki.
I can see smoke,
though I haven’t been here yet.
I can hear ashes, I can feel ashes, (1)
I don’t want to contact
the bastard that’ll burn this sky.
Don't touch the sky! (2)
I can see a song in the distance
but all I can hear is:
Forward, MARCH!
Double time, MARCH!
The worst image I’ve ever seen
is a khaki-dyed globe.
Forward, MARCH!
Double time, MARCH!