Wings

歌詞

鏡に映らぬ　恐れを夢想する
実を成すことのない花を

下等な獣を　眇め見る瞳は
斯くも雄弁に物語る

詩を綴じた表紙を　開くのは誰か

転げ落ちるように　ひたすら消費する
死を待つばかりの安定を

心の蔵が打つ　鼓動に意味はあるか
己の内に問い質す

限りある未来を　生きるのは誰か

真っ直ぐに頂を　目指せればいい
血を燃やし　沸き出づる　声に従え

鬨を上げよ　舞い上がる心の　叫びのままに
白き背に　翼など　無くとも
時は満ちた　君が為　私が希望になろう
輝く　道往きは　此処に在れ

真っ直ぐに頂を　目指せればいい
血を燃やし　沸き出づる　声に従え

鬨を上げよ　舞い上がる心の　叫びのままに
白き背に　翼など　無くとも
時は満ちた　君が為　私が希望になろう
輝く　道往きは　此処に在ると

やがて夜が明けるように
嗚呼　この光が君を導くだろう

Romanisation

kagami ni utsuranu osore wo musou suru
mi wo nasu koto no nai hana wo

katou na kemono wo sugame miru hitomi wa
kakumo yuuben ni monogataru

shi wo tojita hyoushi wo hiraku no wa dareka

korogeochiru you ni hitasura shouhi suru
shi wo matsu bakari no antei wo

shin no zou ga utsu oto ni imi wa aru ka
onore no uchi ni toitadasu

kagiri aru mirai wo ikiru no wa dareka

massugu ni itadaki wo mezasereba ii
chi wo moyashi wakiidzuru koe ni shitagae

toki wo ageyo maiagaru kokoro no sakebi no mama ni
shiroki se ni tsubasa nado naku to mo
toki wa michita kimi ga tame watashi ga kibou ni narou
kagayaku michi yuki wa koko ni are

massugu ni itadaki wo mesasereba ii
chi wo moyashi wakidadzuru koe ni shitagae

toki wo ageyo maiagaru kokoro no sakebi no mama ni
shiroki se ni tsubasa nado naku to mo
toki wa michita kimi ga tame watashi ga kibou ni narou
kagayaku michiyuki wa koko ni aru to

yagate yoru ga akeru you ni
aa kono hikari ga kimi wo michibiku darou

Translation

I dream of fear, which is not reflected in the mirror.
I dream of flowers that do not bear fruit…

My eyes, which scrutinise vulgar beasts,
Speak so eloquently.

I wonder who opened up that book of poetry?

So I will fall, I’m determined to consume my equilibrium,
In which I do nothing but await death.

I wonder if there is a meaning to the beating of the vessel of my spirit…
That is the question I ask myself.

Who lives in that limited future?

“Aim for the summit of that mountain!”
My blood boils, and I follow that voice as it gushes forth.

I raise a battle cry, following the screams of my dancing heart,
Though there are no wings on my white back.
The time is ripe. I will become your hope.
The path I must travel down is here.

“Aim for the summit of that mountain!”
My blood boils, and I follow that voice as it gushes forth.

I raise a battle cry, following the screams of my dancing heart,
Though there are no wings on my white back.
The time is ripe. I will become your hope.
I believe that the path I must travel down is here…

So, the night will end at last,
Aah, perhaps this light will guide you…