Ah, salty tears
Have torn
The strange pallor of a secret
Ah, why these words
So loud, so hot
That they moan on your skin
Feeling like a knife
And in the vagueness you search for
A shadow
An escaping smile
A voice without image
A chorus which would like to shout
The very first time
The very very first time
Ah, dry lips
A lump in the throat
Your hands grasp nothing but smoke
Ah, such insolence
In the silence
Which disturbs your innocence
A game mixed with suffering
Like a warrior
Who, when hurt
Hides in his dream
Masks himself with all his courage
Unceasingly continues the combat
Like the very first time
The very first time
The very very first time