Itsuwari No Mussete
踊らされることはもう今は何も感じない
Odorasareru koto wa mou ima wa nanimo kanjinai
僕は差し出した両手を焦がして
Boku wa sashidashita ryoute wo kogashite
繰り返す言葉は嘘を並べた真実
Kurikaesu kotoba wa uso wo narabeta shinjitsu
優しい顔した誰かに繰り返す
Yasashii kao shita darekani kurikaesu
嘘の太陽の下で大地の歌を口にして
Uso no taiyou no shita de daichi no uta wo kuchi ni shite
Oh... 僕のこの形態さえ消えてなくなるまで
Oh... Boku no kono katachita sae kiete nakunaru made
傷を空にかさして忘れた痛みを今だけ
Shouwo sora ni kasashite wasureta itami wo ima dake
ほんの少し思い出して手の中で転がす
Honno sukoshi omoidashite te no naka de korogasu
君からの手紙をポケットにしまって
Kimi kara no tegami wo poketto nishimatte
誰にも言えず僕だけのものに
Darenimo iezu bokudake no mono ni
喜ぶ人は今も手を叩くことはやべない
Yorokobu hito wa imamo te wo tataku koto wa yabenai
そう僕は飾られた偽りのムゼット
Sou boku wa kazarareta itsuwari no musette
嘘の太陽の下で大地の歌を口にして
Uso no taiyou no shita de daichi no uta wo kuchi ni shite
Oh... 僕のこの形態さえ消えてなくなるまで
Oh... Boku no kono katachita sae kiete nakunaru made
傷を空にかさして忘れた痛みを今だけ
Shouwo sora ni kasashite wasureta itami wo ima dake
ほんの少し思い出して手の中で転がす
Honno sukoshi omoidashite te no naka de korogasu
君からの手紙をポケットにしまって
Kimi kara no tegami wo poketto nishimatte
誰にも言えず僕だけのものに
Darenimo iezu bokudake no mono ni
喜ぶ人は今も手を叩くことはやべない
Yorokobu hito wa imamo te wo tataku koto wa yabenai
そう僕は飾られた偽りのムゼット
Sou boku wa kazarareta itsuwari no musette
False Mazurka
Being manipulated, I no longer feel anything
I burn the hands I offered
The repeated words lined with lies as truth
Repeated to someone with a gentle face
Singing the song of the earth under the false sun
Oh... until even my form disappears
Covering the scars in the sky, remembering the forgotten pain just for now
Just a little, remembering and rolling in my hands
Putting the letter from you in my pocket
Without telling anyone, it's only mine
It's not good for the happy people to clap their hands even now
Yes, I am the adorned false mazurka
Singing the song of the earth under the false sun
Oh... until even my form disappears
Covering the scars in the sky, remembering the forgotten pain just for now
Just a little, remembering and rolling in my hands
Putting the letter from you in my pocket
Without telling anyone, it's only mine
It's not good for the happy people to clap their hands even now
Yes, I am the adorned false mazurka