dreams, books, power and walls
JANNABI
dreams, books, power and walls
At the rising and setting of the sun
In my small room that I was obsessed with
Even if I sing with an empty heart
To someone, it might just be noise
With tightly closed lips, a new sigh escapes
Insignificant, my breath
Is it harder for you to hear
Father asked me
I couldn't answer his question
We are, we are
Why
Did we become adults
Every day
Is such a heavy burden
We can't go any further
Between dreams, books, power, and walls
Days busy with being cautious
Boy, hold on to your ambition
Against irresponsible sayings
You command the sea
My absurd young dream
The day I realized I couldn't have it
The cunning that sprouted like a rash
Finally, tainted its name
We are, we are
Why
Did we become adults
Every day
Is such a heavy burden
We can't go any further
Standing still, left behind
If you see me
What would you feel
Every day
Is such a scary night
You endure it well
Every day
Is such a scary night
It'll be okay after sleeping
You'll become more of an adult one day
Remember that indifferent look
The eyes of those you saw when you were young
We must gradually resemble them