Stairway Generation

In black and white
I want to close in red and white
Is it the wind called solitude?
It's both pure and sick

The height of the wall of piled up hearts
If it's about the height of the eyes
Rather than ending in emptiness
I prefer the quiet falling

No interest
Repeating
I'm definitely stronger than anyone else
I am

Stairway Generation
Climb up, climb up the stairs
Can you hear it?
Can you descend?
With you, One way

Lost In New Generation
Where am I?
I am here
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
My voice
Seems to only rise
Stairway

Is it not the end of solitude?
Is it not at nineteen?
If you climb to a high place
Does the loneliness blow away?
The height of the wall of piled up hearts
It's too high to understand well
Even if I pay some
Won't you acknowledge me?

Don't worry
Even if told
If there's a hundred, I want a hundred
I am

Stairway Generation
Climb up, climb up the stairs
Can you hear it?
Can you connect?
With you, One way

Lost In New Generation
Where am I?
I am here
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
My voice
Seems to only rise
Stairway
Stairway