Неся всю боль, моя мольба
Отражается в мире печали.
Смогу ль я завтра поменять?
Хочу тебе без страха сердце я своё открыть.
"Хочу я быть с тобой.
"Хочу я слышать сердца стук."
Мой страх наш путь домой умножил.
Слабо мерцает месяц лазурный,
Я нуждаюсь в тебе без сомнения
Но безутешно рыдая не могу я достать до тебя.
Танцуя в небо, моя мольба
Уносит мысли мои о тебе, но уже слишком поздно.
Что сделать могу я чтоб завтрашний день изменить,
Когда несу я тяжесть настоящего?

played out by my wounds, o song of prayer
ring out in the world of sadness
can I change tomorrow? without being afraid
I want to convey my overflowing heart

"I want to be closer to you."
"I want to feel your heartbeat."
...I bluffed too much, and took the long way around
the pale moon sways quietly
what I [bad word] want is you

the painful, falling tears that don't reach you.

ascend to the skies, o song of prayer
carrying the thoughts that came too late
what can I do in order to change tomorrow?
bearing the "present" as it is

I just [bad word] myself to the gently blowing wind
if I'm only going to drift about, I might as well [bad word] do white birds know freedom?
where should I go to be able to smile...

the courage to take flight fearlessly...strongly.

ascend to the skies, o song of prayer
please illuminate the road without a road
"I want to try living with you", the dream that sprouted
I [bad word] away anymore, now, I want to let you know

in order that I don't lose sight
of the various forms of happiness

surpass my wounds, o song of prayer
I want to see your smile more
the scars of crying for which words were not enough
I won't let go again so...it's alright

ascend to the skies, o song of prayer
here I have something I want to protect
I can change tomorrow, I'm not alone
take a deep breath, and believe in our wish