dear brother/sister , look, our lives are on your hands
we lost the beauty of the flying bird, we're ill
I'm so bored of crying, of stopping
continuing to this perverse games is a sin/shame
wake up now wake up
wake up friend wake up
wake up now wake up from your dark sleep
there were only colors, then they got lost/faded, too
before we breathe in
oh, this life is a meaningless joke
everybody is aware of that
I'm so bored of crying, of stopping
continuing to this perverse games is a sin
wake up now wake up
wake up friend wake up
wake up now wake up from your dark sleep
you were at the end of that road after all
you wouldn't do a thing after all
you, sluggard, lazy, you were alone