A Breath Clad In HappinessAnd your bridge of dreams comes tumblin' down
Don't let your bed of sorrow ever conquer your pride
Remember there's always a way out
Take up a course in happiness, take up a course to clear out your mind
You will show yourself how to smile, yeah
Take up a course in happiness, take up a free instruction in life
You will learn how to smile
A Road Of Winds The Water BuildsAhead of the poem I wrote with solitude.
It rests in the eye of a useless man.
The victory that the world awaits.
Infinite absence sinks in distant.
The melody echoes and cleanses the earth.
A wish upon the moon.
A chain to the ankle.
A Warm RoomA hope in mind
is secret, and
a worn out smile reflects
in a mirror.
Bad dreams
go right away and
the world was destroyed
when I woke up.
Am I WrongAm I wrong for thinking out the box from where I stay?
Am I wrong for saying that I'll choose another way?
I ain't trying to do what everybody else doing
Just cause everybody doing what they all do
If one thing I know, how far would I grow?
I'm walking down this road of mine, this road that I call home
So am I wrong for thinking that we could be something for real?
Chain Wandering Deeplyatemo naku samayou kotoni tsukare
motome iku jijitsu dakare ushinai
wakari au madeni ikudomo akirame
teni irete shitte ita
ori sosogu ameno itamiwo
nigedasu kotodatte dekita hazunanoni
hikitomete utsumuku
CrystallizeПеревод с японского:
Countless dead eyes without
their dreams ever paid off.
The words of a poet reflect
in a drift of daily life
that had spit out.
Fragments of memory are on the way
Distress Of IgnoranceThe cruel history is still holding.
The time raised this valuable theory.
Learning crushes the mistakes.
Only on the days we cry, we rip the times.
And now, the background of the stories we tell and pass.
We know it and the truth at the bottom is crazed.
What our behavior means.
Further Ahead Of WarpPainted all and spit out
Stare at the air in the sound of rain
A song & sleep to unknown you
Reach out and doubt my lips
A crooked oath I write with my bare hand
I turn my eyes away and write solitude
Hold hands with a shapeless shadow
Left HandEmotion and forced to erase
and I put it on a line
A head to solve the deprived cipher
and an earles cell are both torn off
An intangible red arrow
penetrates the body
The refusal they make up disregard
LOSERIn this four time a loser
but your girl's has a lover
In this four time a loser
but your girl's has a lover
In this four time a loser
but your girl's has a lover
Rain Clouds Running In A Holy NightShine a light of hope. On the road everyone walks.
We could not meet, so I abandoned the swollen mission
A holy guide seized me by the collar.
Fall, betray, seek and lose.
Open, receive, embrace and smile
I felt someone's eyes on my back and went with the flow.
SceneI walk the depth of conscious
spreading infinitely
When I come to you leaning nothing
but the heartbeat
Paved blue reflects
the eternal possibility
And connects the words you and I speak
Set To GoThe speed I'm advancing with
Is the type to make it dark when the candles lit
Cause I pass so fast, so swift
See the dust in the sky when I move feet
Better yet, when I move teeth,
I'm an athlete on the beat
Go hard like concrete,
and I stay concrete
Set Yourself on FireI’m fed up of the way that I’m livin’
It’s like the passion & pain inside of my brain
Is caged like in prison, but I won’t give in
Times I felt like givin’ in & didn’t
It’s like I’m beginnin’, to slit up my wrists when im spittin’
Are you kiddin?, why you tryna keep them bruises hidden!?
Breadwinnin’ don’t mean your man’s allowed to beat on you women
The world is spinnin, but this girls’ lyrics
Unrepairable GentlenessConsider a life.
Grasp the memories given birth and rubbed out.
And seize a broken heart which
Wishes for the last day and endures.
Receive the erased memories
And broken heart on the palm of my hand.
Hateful beginning of history goes on without looking back.
Worn Heels And The Hands We Hold1:56-
Weave my entire mind on an afterimage where I crawl my fingers, and I'm done. In the gap of mislaid times, I go toward a different dimension with your feet. Illnesses of the world are pressed against the holes on the wall and go beyond them. Mornings I've lived. They bleed on the counted fingers and I forget the time. I wish upon far away stars in the afternoon and pray on the earth. In days of waiting for dreams, I move forward with the force of lives I encounter.
3:03-
With these scratched palms I stroke my face. Followers end up in the sea of crisis. The day breaks. Future full of negativeness and the eyes of tomorrow
live in time to curse the blood.