Ame No Waltz

Filthy rain
You become filthy by rain

Greed
The grown-ups try to make money
From pure and childish dream
We keep on living without realizing

Greed
The teacher said that we're
All equal since we were born
He was only reading out what
Was written in the book

I drop fire into the world of images reflecting only things I don't want to see
The children are given a special rifle from the age of ten
The wind tracing bodies through the gaps in the buildings gradually becomes lukewarm and stagnant
The wriggling clouds cover tomorrow's sun

The muddy water turns into
Clouds and rains heavily over the world
We believe it to be blessed rain
And drink it without doubting it
The small flower which blooms by
The wayside grows from it
A filthy colored flower blooms

Beating down

The never-ending rain waltz
You dance without an umbrella
Your tears are swallowed by people

Without turning away from sadness
The flower that grows even when stepped on
Drops its petals to be trampled by people
Withering without the sun's rays

I drop fire into the world of images reflecting only things I don't want to see
The children are given a special rifle from the age of ten
The wind tracing bodies through the gaps in the buildings gradually becomes lukewarm and stagnant
The wriggling clouds cover tomorrow's sun

The future in which we live
May have been created by tomorrow
So that the tomorrow you dream of
Will bloom here someday

The never-ending rain waltz
You dance in the midst of tragedy
Do your tears not reach anyone?

Without turning away from sadness
Dreaming of tomorrow's sunshine
Being beaten by the rain and trampled by people

There, scattered flowers
I saw a dream I had almost forgotten
I lift up a single drop
To your sleeping chest