(Song:
es.youtube.com/watch?v=e5FOtkm…)
English Translation
The wall of grief is piling up
The god of fools is being worshiped
Living is a poison wine, who is the one to
tell me the way to drink down the pains of this needless anxiety
The Eagle of the Wise, said to live in the sun
Only the sound of its wings are echoing
The light and darkness
Inhabiting in both my eyes.
With which of these should I see tomorrow?
The town of rubble all dried up
I connect the dots
But nothing but uselessness
seem to brim over.
Solitary as a flame
I settle myself as I clasp my own body
The water drips down in to the duct
I hoist the cup filled with poisonous wine. Even if my life is fulfilled,
My dream yearning for death will come drifting to reach me.
The solitary eagle, its claws digging into the fortress
Only the sound of its wings are heard in the sky
Please crucify me onto the blueness of the sky.
I stand on the place where the sky and the earth meet
My memories like the blooming flowers and the fruits,
Now they are burnt with only their skin remained.
My soul of that day,
Where has it gone?
Caressing together our ice-cold skin,
Touching my wound with yours
The map we have to retrail
Be it engraved right here.
The world is an invisible wing
We have to shoot down the pure white wing
Hidden inside its dark shadow.
Living is a wine of celebration. The pleasure poured in from your lips to my lips.
The dry laughter, running out of breath
We carress out hands together for comfort
But we only find our emptiness expanding
Ah, if I am to die in frail beauty
Beyond the ecstasy, I see you
The wall of grief, thrusted and crubled
The fools in our nation are being massacared
Living is a poison wine, who is the one to
tell me the way to drink down the pains of loving
The Eagle of sombreness, said to be resting under the moonlight
Only its voice is heard in the sky
I hoist the cup of celebration. Even if my life is fulfilled,
My fragile play of death never seems to end.
The solitary eagle, its claws digging into the fortress
Only the sound of its wings are heard in the sky
Please crucify me onto the blueness of the sky.
I see the days when crime and punishment are to be born