Às Cegas no Monte
k a m a i t a c h i
Blind on the Hill
(Let the music out)
I'm going on this train, which always runs non-stop
Blindly, on the mountain
We're going somewhere
In the light breeze of the wind
And the scent of this place reminds me of dawn
Reminds me of dawn
Hours pass outside, but not here
There are only stories about being happy here
Even if it's not time to be happy
So we try
Hours pass outside, but not here
There are only stories about being happy here
Even if it's not time to be happy
So we try
(I'm going on this train, which always runs non-stop)
(Blindly, on the hill)
We're going somewhere
In the light breeze of the wind
And the scent of this place reminds me of dawn
Reminds me of dawn
Hours pass outside, but not here
There are only stories about being happy here
Even if it's not time to be happy
So we try
Hours pass outside, but not here
There are only stories about being happy here
Even if it's not time to be happy
So we try
(So let's try)
(So let's try)
(So let's try)
(So let's try)
(So let's try)
