Girugamesh. Aimai Na Mikaku [english]. Zeneszám

I don't know where to listen to, to my fingers that are attracted by the hair on your neck
Or to my arms that push you away
I can't do anything else than bending down my head...

This bow that has lost its taste and this sensation that I've interrupted when I tilt back
Of course I want to fill the gap, if the suffering would then

I don't feel anything anymore...uncountable memories that abandon
If I could lie to myself to improve the present, I would certainly do it

One single grain of the black dust falls and affiliates with the others
The sharp fingernail trembles because of the rusty voice, strong and weak

Ambiguous words, ambiguous gazes
Ambiguous stories, averted in an ambiguous manner

I don't feel anything anymore...uncountable memories that abandon
If I could lie to myself to improve the present, I would certainly do it

If this luck would last forever...
When will I find my laughter??

The time has stopped, the world eludes, the fading traces are twisting
They are disappearing in the distance, the warm heart, the rusty voice, strong and weak ?