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Kra - 花に歌を Hana ni Uta wo | Текст песни

A Song To A Flower

Angry voices flying about, resounding gunshots
Even here, no light things come from mortal life
A flock of death gods wriggling upon the ground
Here is a battlefield, a firm reality
With disheveled sickles they reap the flowers
The flock of death gods laughing shrilly
If I look upward, the crows flying about the sky
Their crying voices are burning everything to nothing

I beat down my unseen rivals*
Right, left, or maybe before me?
There is nothing at all I can believe in
With everything being isolated, everything is free
For the sake of survival I beat down the creature
Not caring about being rejected, I grab hold of the future
Starting to run, starting to move
Then won't tomorrow come even to me?

The current state is a defensive battle, the other path of retreat
On the battlefield there is no way to escape, no way at all
If that's so, this body will bravely become a red falling flower

And now, more, I'll sing, to these falling flowers
And now, more, I'll sing, a song of offering
And now, more, I'll sing, to the loving people
And now, more, I'll sing, so I won't grieve

Angry voices flying about, resounding gunshots
Even here, no light things come from mortal life
A flock of death gods wriggling upon the ground
Here is a battlefield, a firm reality
With disheveled sickles they reap the flowers
The flock of death gods laughing shrilly
If I look upward, the crows flying about the sky
Their crying voices are burning everything to nothing

The current state is a defensive battle, the other path of retreat
On the battlefield there is no way to escape, no way at all
If that's so, this body will bravely become a red falling flower

And now, more, I'll sing, to the flowers I'm reaping
And now, more, I'll sing, a song of offering
And now, more, I'll sing, to the beloved, sad people*
And now, more, I'll sing, so I won't grieve
And now, more, I'll sing, to these falling flowers
And now, more, I'll sing, a song of offering

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* Written itoshii (beloved) but sings kanashii (sad)

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