| Artist: OLDCODEX Song Title: Stained me Album: Feed A Track Number: 2 Released: 2015 Lyrics By: YORKE. |
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takeshikajima.| Kanji | Romaji | English Translation |
| in my room alone before the dark 2weeks ago last Saturday フロアに散らばった無数の傷跡が touching the night in starry light I've been waiting for this moment of for such a long time 闇を晴らせよ by his hand strokes 扉を開けたんだ “welcome” to me pain 切り裂く様に描け in to be silence, silent 取り戻すんだ trouble maker 追い求めてた動きの痕跡 spitting fire 突き抜けてく限界の sound bow down another busy day let you waste down get flashed out you want, more you won't never forget this sight yea you won't never forget this sight & day maybe he was feeling same as me when drawing the blackbird 憂いの中の by his hand strokes 扉を開けたんだ “welcome” to me 明日のページは better morning 君が授かる wings to fly 夢にまで見た we'll be alright tonight the color stained me too |
in my room alone before the dark 2 weeks ago last Saturday furoa ni chirabatta musuu no kizuato ga touching the night in starry light I've been waiting for this moment of for such a long time yami o haraseyo by his hand strokes tobira o aketan da “welcome” to me pain kirisaku you ni egake in to be silence, silent torimodosun da trouble maker oimotometeta ugoki no konseki spitting fire tsukinuketeku genkai no sound bow down another busy day let you waste down get flashed out you want, more you won't never forget this sight yea you won't never forget this sight & day maybe he was feeling same as me when drawing the blackbird urei no naka no by his hand strokes tobira o aketan da “welcome” to me asu no peeji wa better morning kimi ga sazukaru wings to fly yume ni made mita we'll be alright tonight the color stained me too |
In my room alone before the dark, 2 weeks ago last Saturday. Countless scars were scattered on the floor, touching the night in starry light. I've been waiting for this moment for such a long time. Darkness is dispelled by his hand strokes. The door was opened, “welcome” to me. He draws in order to rip apart the pain. In to be silence, silent, taking back the trouble maker. I chased the traces of movement, spitting fire, piercing the limits of sound. Bow down, another busy day let you waste down. Get flashed out! You want more. You won't ever forget this sight. Yea, you won't ever forget this sight & day. Maybe he was feeling same as me when drawing the blackbird. He steps into sorrow by his hand strokes. The door was opened, “welcome” to me. Tomorrow's page shows a better morning. You'll be given wings to fly. I saw into a dream, we'll be alright. Tonight the color stained me, too. |
