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彼女は冷たい棺の中で

自由とは何か？
人生とは誰のものか？
小難しく... 考えずに...
真っ直ぐ飛び出してゆく...
あんたが少し... 羨ましかったよ...

人が人を殺すのに例えばどんな
大義が必要だろうか？
敵を屠るべき悪魔だと断罪するば
本当に心は痛まないのだろうか？

こんな筈じゃなかった... 仕方がなかった...
言い訳をしたところであんたらは決して赦しはしないだろ？
嗚呼... 悪は滅びようと... 自業自得だと...
言い張る心算はないが 私はやるしかなかったんだ...

自由を掴み取る... 未来があるとしたら...
私は何を選ぶ... 今はまだ分からない...
自分じゃ選べない... 不条理な世界だと...
それでも闘ってきた... 配られた手札で...

父の... いや... 私の人生を
間違っていたとは 誰にも言わせない！
私が賭けたのはここからだから...

イデアの影は寓意に現れて
巨人で編んだ 壁に揺れる
盲た民が 遠く騙られた
故郷は遥か 海の彼方

咎の緋に染まりながら何も知らずに飛んで逝く
無数の影が地に落ちる 黄昏を呼び込んで...

弱い者 狡い者 水は低きに流れ落ち
時は止まらず繰り返す 後悔にも似た《輪舞曲》(ロンド)を
(兵士)にも成り切れず (戦士)にも成り損ね
壁の彼方へ駆けだした私は何処へ帰れば良い？

自由を夢見ても... 現実が絡みつく...
屍を積み重ね... それでも空に届かない...
伸ばした指の先に... 閃く刃の痛み...
何ひとつ掴めぬまま... 奈落へと落ちてゆく...

父の... いや... 私の人生は
間違っていたのか誰にも判らない...

冷たい... 棺の... 中で... 見た夢を...
何時の日にか... あんたにも... 話す時が... 来るだろうか？

She Is in a Cold Coffin

What is Freedom?
Whose life is it?
Too Complicated... Don't think...
Just set out straight...
I'm a little... envious of you...

What kind of
grand cause is needed when someone kills another?
If you condemn the enemy as an evil demon, that must be slain,
will your heart really not ache?

It wasn't supposed to be like this... I had no choice...
Do you think your excuses will ever grant you forgiveness?
Ah... The evil must perish... It's only what they deserve...
I have no intention of arguing with you, but I had to do it...

If you seize freedom... if there is a future...
What will I choose... I still don't know...
I can't choose for myself... It's an absurd world...
Yet, I have fought... with the cards I was dealt...

My father's... no... my life,
I will not let anyone say it was wrong!
I have bet on this from the start...

The shadows of the Idea appear in metaphors,
shaking on the walls woven by giants.
The blind people were foolishly deceived.
Homeland is far, beyond the sea.

Dyed in the crimson of guilt, they fly without knowing anything,
countless shadows fall to the ground, calling in the twilight...

The weak and the cunning, water flows down to the low,
time goes on and on, repeating the same 《Rondo》(a dance resembling regret),
(Unable to become a)soldier, (unable to become a)warrior,
where should I return to, now that I have run beyond the wall?

Even if I dream of freedom... reality entangles me...
Piling up corpses... yet, it still can't reach the sky...
At the tip of my outstretched fingers... the pain of a flashing blade...
Unable to grasp anything, I fall into the abyss...

My father's... no... my life,
I don't know if it was wrong...

Cold... In a coffin... In the dream I saw...
Someday... Will there come a time... when I will tell you about it?