Besedila: Vocaloid. Otras Canciones. Old Radio (English).
:
Before I was born, there was a big war
The city has since been enclosed by walls
?Human cannot live beyond these walls?
The adults keeps telling me that
I lived on my own since
A letter arrived informing me of the death of
the father I have forgotten I even had
Along with the concise will: "Collect my belongings"
It came with a key that kept the forbidden craft going
I extend the metal stick on a machine I have never seen before
In a language I have never heard
music is being sung
Deep in the room, there sleeps a doll
He has the same face I had when I was a child
The box it connects to is shows glowing words
It is waiting for the next command
My father's body had returned after being cut open and stitched back
His face was hazy in my memory
I wanted to ask, what is it that he wanted
for my look-alike to achieve?
I clutch the bullet that was buried in the body
Cloaked by the dim twilight,
I brought the doll to the foot of the wall
Holding the singing box in his arms,
he waits for his master's words
There is just one command
Go where this voice gets stronger
The young me nodded
and effortlessly went over the walls
and vanished from sight
I am sure someday, he will reconnect
all that was cut off from us
Now I will just wait for the morning to come
Here, underneath the boxed sky
Before I was born, there was a big war
The city has since been enclosed by walls
?Human cannot live beyond these walls?
The adults keeps telling me that
I lived on my own since
A letter arrived informing me of the death of
the father I have forgotten I even had
Along with the concise will: "Collect my belongings"
It came with a key that kept the forbidden craft going
I extend the metal stick on a machine I have never seen before
In a language I have never heard
music is being sung
Deep in the room, there sleeps a doll
He has the same face I had when I was a child
The box it connects to is shows glowing words
It is waiting for the next command
My father's body had returned after being cut open and stitched back
His face was hazy in my memory
I wanted to ask, what is it that he wanted
for my look-alike to achieve?
I clutch the bullet that was buried in the body
Cloaked by the dim twilight,
I brought the doll to the foot of the wall
Holding the singing box in his arms,
he waits for his master's words
There is just one command
Go where this voice gets stronger
The young me nodded
and effortlessly went over the walls
and vanished from sight
I am sure someday, he will reconnect
all that was cut off from us
Now I will just wait for the morning to come
Here, underneath the boxed sky
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