Besedila: Gazette. D.L.N (english).

D.L.N

I knew it all along, so I'm not sad
Little by little, little by little, like counting the numbers
The color of the withering vegetation becomes dim and I can't tell when the season ends

The day I follow your footsteps calls to the day I listened for your footsteps
I have no hope so I cannot change tomorrow

Following the sound of the withering vegetation, I can feel the season ending
When the flowers color and bloom in profusion, what will be left to me?

The moon pulls the curtain, but the sun shines on me
I knew it all along, so I'm not sad

Even if I open my eyes and the night isn't over, even if there are no shining stars
Even if the lights that color the streets all go out...
I've seen the happy faces of those I must protect and the dying breaths of those I loved
So it's all right now

Song of the sheep in dark long night