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lasah - Kagaribito/カガリビト (English Ver. + Lyrics)

Original Video: 英語で「カガリビト」歌ってみた / lasah http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm19504072 Uploader Comments: millstonesさんの「カガリビト」（http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm14021... を英語で歌わせていただきました。 ■original：millstonesさん（http://www.nicovideo.jp/mylist/1925013） □mix：ちょまいよ（http://www.nicovideo.jp/mylist/14929300） ■enc：けんけん（http://www.nicovideo.jp/mylist/135253... □vocal+translation：lasah（http://www.nicovideo.jp/mylist/14717063） Lyrics (by lasah, so don't ask me for permission to use): gallop through the sleeping town, where silence reigns over every sight dancing, prancing, blowing down on the wind you can go to the depths of night lingering, a gleaming moon as it catches a profile with its light biting cold, but shining soon what is it that your left hand is seizing tight? in this world that is falling apart, take a broken piece in your hand with a fire of intention there, sew the seams as you walk it's a structure that goes on and on with no end that you'll ever see so give up, abandon questioning; one by one you repair strings are broken, here's the end and by now you're the last needle, left alone not forgiven to depend, you just yield down your knees and obey the throne mirrored on the water glass it's a body that's covered with patches sewn to an empty shell you ask, is this a dream, or fantasy of my own as you're worn out you drift into sleep drown into the red dreams of night the fire watching the world collapses and then burns every sky like being hurried by something unknown, you start walking, slowly but sure like a solitary sun that shines over and over again no, I won't let it go, all the fires of hope. leaning on the shadows of the rock there's a perfectly clear sky above a wind that strokes and caresses your cheeks softly whispered in your ears, a "good night" fall apart, fall apart, every earthly memory going back to the pieces they were has not yet seen the eleventh hour of disperse what is holding back all the shapes, barely, every fragile shape is a transient magic of yours it's a shadow of life that cannot be replaced in your right hand, so dead and cold there is a bouquet of gardenia held to the memory of a soul that goes back to the earth and the soil to this remaining world, oh lord, won't you give them all despair so brimless, and with mercy for just a while, some eternity.