1. Part
I'm near, you are far. Or you are nearby me and I'm faraway...
Mâsivâ ( :everything but the god) set me free directly from my wrists, to glamorise my fragrance with musk is indispensable, I don't go back on my word. I've cracked my mirrors, all over the place, my inside has smashed to smithereens but I had a narrow escape, what about you? You are looking like loaded with thousands of gold...oh you... if you could know... I wish they would know... Everyone has only one shot, don't mistake the life for the gold basket. The one which will be put in the basket finally is a corpse without soul. There would be an aid that you wait for. The life is a guest of mortals for a short time. A deep headache is the end of this joy for sure. Today all those laughters are yours, what about later? Days pass and friends pass away. The number of followers are just a few. In a "January winter" your eyes stare into space, wait for May.
chorus:
I'm near, you are far. Or you are nearby me and I'm faraway...
My ache would give such a pain from deep inside of me. To reach you any moment is indispensable.
I don't put out this fire. Everyone has only one shot. If anyone asks my fellow sufferer s/he would understand.
Only the fire can clean me, my heart becomes ember, it cries. Thousands of curse don't enough...
2. Part
Here is the "as if" land, as if a fairy tale we are the procession of imagination. Every single branch of mine is mother of my flowers. Give me back to me, I've stayed behind of myself.Inside of me is a longing place. The Steed became all skin and bone. My struggle with only one soul has lasted for years, the ear said it's my vulgarism. A new hope has arrived at your door my Sago. Dumdum bullet fails to impress beside my advise. Why are you as pissed as a newt every night, your end will be a "boom" like a fire-gun powder together. I'm near, you are far.Or you are nearby me and I'm faraway... It seems that I should cover a great distance from my dreams. That I want to nearby you sincerely. I've hidden into my shriek. Everyone has only one shot. If anyone asks my fellow sufferer s/he would understand. Only the fire can clean me, my heart becomes ember, it cries. Thousands of curse don't enough...