廃材とオレンジ - さたな

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Upload Date: 09/01/13
Vocals: Gumi extend power
Composer: さたな - Satana

Scrap Wood and Orange

A rusted together fence.
        The shadow that stretched in a lattice-shape.
What I can see from a gap in the scrap wood
        is my thoughts that swayed long ago.
One crow looked down.
        The evening sun started dyeing my back.
The boy who loitered on the vacant land
        lamented over his future and cried.

I'm wishing for that kind of a day when
        sunflowers bloom in a narrow back alley,
In this town where I flat out lost
        my cherished things and cherished people too.
I hoped for normal things
        and when I looked, I had lost everything.
That direction that I ran far away and away to
        was this usual town.

Each time the second hand of the clock
        ticks away my life day by day,
I do know that the things
        that were left are only this body
And memories.
I held up my left hand.
        The evening sun blurred.
A world that was being scorched
        into my eyelids.

Come night, one light
        will be on again.
Each time, I
        remember you.

I'm wishing for that kind of a day when
        sunflowers bloom in a narrow back alley,
In this town where I flat out lost
        my cherished things and cherished people too.
I hoped for normal things
        and when I looked, I had lost everything.
That direction that I ran far away and away to
        was this usual town.

AMIDA - さたな

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Upload Date: 03/30/13
Vocals: Gumi
Composer: さたな - Satana

AMIDA

I want to be awaiting  the point after the response  that I ambiguously put off.
If I totally falter,  the bitter joke too  that was satisfied  in the blink of an eye
Will have me thinking,  "It's not that bad!"  in that kind of manner.
Is a world covered in complaints too  a fine world according to someone?

If it's a daily routine of only  waiting for daybreak,  I don't particularly care for that either now, see.
Stop all of the things  that I lost,  and, rather, more of the things you come across too.

If we only imagined  passivity and pity  and ideals and reality,
Then we  had not  walked  this far.
I start to appeal with my eyes  that sobbed,  many times,  many times.
Take that as indulgence.

4+2+4+4

That excuse of ours  when we stretch our hands toward a reply  pretends not to know--
If we totally knew,  then now, see,  our hearts would tear at the seams, see,  surely.

I want to be swimming in black oil.  I want to peer into others' hearts.
I want to be dreaming of my past self.  Even if I dream of such a thing, it won't come true.

5+5+5+...

If we only imagined  passivity and pity  and ideals and reality,
Then we  had not  walked  this far.
I start to appeal with my eyes  that sobbed,  many times,  many times.
Take that as indulgence.

5+6+5+6+...
THE END

溜息のダンス - さたな

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Upload Date: 08/19/12
Vocals: Gumi
Composer: さたな - Satana
Movie: すこっち - Scotch

A Dance of Sighs

Below the compelling overhead structure, I smoothly come out;
A spinning belt line is shaken, shaken;
Bound points and lines on a plane.
The contours I draw. The additionally drawn lies.

The bird's-eye-view future is bottomless.
Pretending to not notice my deluding self.
"There's nothing for me." Since when?
"What should I do?" I substituted that for clay.

A brand bag through which the master similar to a wooden doll ostentates exclusion and restraint.
A schedule in accordance to the rails. A program without waiting. The struck execution key.
Smoldering gunpowder smoke that indicates one's last moment. The oozed blood of an inferior.
Raised voices. Fantasies that bury the margins.
But's it's no use, but it's no use;
I am understanding that so much it hurts.

Stained with emotion, I cry, I cry. The interval of three minutes when I lost my place to go.
I let go of my important things just now. I start walking alone, and I do smile.
Reject the metronome that ticks away in a boring speed.
Guileless conversation, spat out and left behind harsh remarks
Ran rampant in my lungs. A dance of sighs.

With skinned and mended words, I can
Never do any wounding;
Wiping away the bright red eyes
Of you who cries was too dirty.

A gun that starts to sound like I'm going mad. A smashed hollow pipe. The thundering noise that satisfied me.
The sense of superiority that I stole and grasped. A clamoring feast of garbage. Blindstitched eyes of concern.
The jet engine that tore into the sky. The trembling shake of my eardrums. The pity of the struck keyboard.
Under the huge rock I evaded, my roadability
Is in the way; it's comfortable.
But I did notice that a while back.

Buried by ash, I start to dissolve. My interior. A burn. Nonfiction.
Conceit that starts being raised irregularly in a sterilized room and with a liquid diet.
Midday that passes with a temperature that won't go down, it disappears. Cutaneous sensation.
Praise that waned. Flanks and spectacles.
Weakened with empty air, a dance of sighs.

Guileless conversation, spat out and left behind harsh remarks
Ran rampant in my lungs. A dance of sighs.