“You as you stand there
 Are not just of this moment
 You live together with the joys
 and sorrows you have experienced till today

 There’s no need for you to say out loud the things you hold most dear
 This sky, the sound of leaves in the breeze - the world already knows everything

 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 You’ve [bad word] an adult
 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 Just a little

 I have something I want to tell you, more than 100 words
 I believe it will reach you, more than 100 words

 Though I thought you were always
 Close enough that I could wipe away your tears
 I didn’t notice anything
 Neither your pain nor your trembling

 Like small flames, the [bad word] important things we will never lose hope in
 So the wind does not vanish we raise our hands up high

 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 You’re all alone now, aren’t you
 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 Until the end

 I have something to tell you, more than 100 words
 I think only of you, more than 100 words

 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 You’ve [bad word] an adult, haven’t you
 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 Just a little

 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 You’re all alone now, aren’t you
 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 Until the end

 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 [bad word] alone, aren’t you
 Isn’t ‘Freedom’ sad?
 Until the end

 You as you appear before me
 You are not just of this moment, the now
 You live together with the many joys
 and sorrows you met along the way”