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Laisse les rideaux de la fenêtre légèrement ouverts, Je veux regarder la lune, sur la mer découverte.
Tu m'as donné du muguet, du muguet tout blanc, Laisse les rideaux ouverts, je veux voir la lune toute blanche.
Les rideaux blancs sont éclairés par la nuit lunaire, Ils oscillent doucement, en bleu pâle, c'est clair.
Alors, emmène-moi doucement vers la lune, Je veux être enveloppée dans tes bras doux, comme une plume.
I like lying on this rooftop spot. It’s the only calm I’ve ever got. The city’s way too bright at night. That’s why I can’t see the stars. Tokyo at 2 a.m., behind the fence.
Buy the usual soda can. City drowns the fizzy scan. Metal click, a hiss too small. Even I don’t hear it fall. But I know it did.
I like lying on this rooftop spot. It’s the only calm I’ve ever got. The city’s way too bright at night. That’s why I can’t see the stars. Tokyo at 2 a.m., behind the fence.
Like soda fizz, my words rise and fade. No meaning’s held, no echo’s made.
I like lying on this rooftop spot. It’s the only calm I’ve ever got. The city’s way too bright at night. That’s why I can’t see the stars. Tokyo at 2 a.m., behind the fence.
Buy the usual soda can. City drowns the fizzy scan. Metal click, a hiss too small. Even I don’t hear it fall. But I know it did. It must be a sound no one can hear.
I won’t be worn down any further I’ve already said everything
Nothing reached anyone Nothing was mine to hold
If this is what I am— can this still be called anything?
Everything was wrong and nothing was wrong
Nothing reached anyone Nothing was mine to hold
If this is what I am— can this still be called anything?
All I saw was the landscape of loneliness
A distant, yet close landscape— that’s all I saw
If this is what I am— can this still be called anything?