Bara iro no hibi Übersetzung
Buck-Tick
Bara iro no hibi Übersetzung:
Bara iro no hibi Songtext
There's nothing that doesn't have something, I am here stretched out
That look that glittered at shimmered, in the dead of night
Alive, shutting your eyelids
Your dreams are completely dark
I'm savoring your sweet smell, I think that your dreams are not dreams
Inside of you who are fleeting, I think that I am not me
You wake up from a nightmare in the dead of night
Staring at your hand that is dyed rose colored
Rose color on your lips suits you well
In your black eyes, passion and despair
I walk in front of you
And a sad scream is heard
I'm savoring your sweet smell, I think that your dreams are not dreams
Inside of you who are fleeting, I think that I am not me
You wake up from a nightmare in the dead of night
Staring at your hand that is dyed rose colored
I'm savoring your sweet smell, I think that your dreams are not dreams
Inside of you who are fleeting, I think that I am not me
You wake up from a nightmare in the dead of night
Staring at your hand that is dyed rose colored
I'll wait for the night, I'm dreaming, my crimson skin is wet
What am I waiting for? I'm waiting for you, a crimson flower suits you well
There's nothing that doesn't have something, I am here stretched out
That look that glittered at shimmered, in the dead of night
Alive, shutting your eyelids
Your dreams are completely dark
I'm savoring your sweet smell, I think that your dreams are not dreams
Inside of you who are fleeting, I think that I am not me
You wake up from a nightmare in the dead of night
Staring at your hand that is dyed rose colored
Rose color on your lips suits you well
In your black eyes, passion and despair
I walk in front of you
And a sad scream is heard
I'm savoring your sweet smell, I think that your dreams are not dreams
Inside of you who are fleeting, I think that I am not me
You wake up from a nightmare in the dead of night
Staring at your hand that is dyed rose colored
I'm savoring your sweet smell, I think that your dreams are not dreams
Inside of you who are fleeting, I think that I am not me
You wake up from a nightmare in the dead of night
Staring at your hand that is dyed rose colored
I'll wait for the night, I'm dreaming, my crimson skin is wet
What am I waiting for? I'm waiting for you, a crimson flower suits you well