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Tam Versiyon: The GazettE - Hole
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The GazettE - Hole
-Romanji -
Naify sou tooku wa nai kara
Kono kyori sae itoshii
Please freeze my malice.
Rape me in that cold eye and kindness.

Aishita mono ga urekareru shitsudo neither
Yuuutsu wa yagate Kage wo nozotte
Kami chigiru you nor hawasu kazu kasane
Mitasareru koto oboeta ne
Yoku knows no koe or akui wa nai
Sange wa Kono uta nor I azukeru
Saiai or yudaranerare sou sa Imas
Nandome not use owaru darou

Muishiki or hikarete yuku
Utagai wa aibu of kakuseru?
"Foolish brain"
It knows ...
Please freeze my malice.
Rape me in that cold eye and Kindness.
Saigo does not use sa

Aishita mono ga urekareru "shitsudo" neither
Yuuutsu wa yagate Kage wo nozotte
Kami chigiru you nor hawasu Kazu Kasane
Mitasareru koto oboeta ne
Yoku knows no koe or akui wa nai
Sange wa Kono uta nor I azukeru
Aishita or mono ga karekusa speed
Mou nidoto to modorenai
Yume Miru wo

Ochite yuku
-Kanji-
ナイフからそう遠くはない
この距離さえ愛しい
Please freeze my malice.
Rape me in that cold eye and kindness.

愛した物が熟れ枯れる「湿度」に
憂鬱はやがて影をなぞって
噛みちぎるように這わす数重ね
満たされる事覚えたね
裂いた欲の声に悪意は無い
懺悔はこの詩に預けるよ
最愛に委ねられそうさ 今更
何度目の嘘で終わるだろう

無意識に惹かれてゆく
疑いは愛撫で隠せる?
「Foolish brain」
It knows…
Please freeze my malice.
Rape me in that cold eye and kindness.
最期の嘘さ

愛した物が熟れ枯れる「湿度」に
憂鬱はやがて影をなぞって
噛みちぎるように這わす数重ね
満たされる事覚えたね
裂いた欲の声に悪意は無い
懺悔はこの詩に預けるよ
愛した物が枯れ腐Speedに
もう二度と戻れない
夢を見る

落ちてゆく
-İngilizce-
I'm not that far away from the knife
Even this distance is lovely
Please freeze my malice.
Rape me in that cold eye and kindness.

My beloved things grow and rot in this "humidity"
Soon this depression will follow the shadows
Pile up the creeping numbers so that you can bite through them
I remember the things that make myself satisfied
There's no malice in the voice of torn greed
I deposit my repentance in this song
I seem to be entrusted lovingly  Even now
I wonder after how many lies it will end

I am captivated by unconsciousness
Is your doubt hidden by caresses (?)
Foolish brain
It knows�
Please freeze my malice.
Rape me in that cold eye and kindness.
This is the last lie

My beloved things grow and rot in this "humidity"
Soon this depression will follow the shadows
Pile up the creeping numbers so that you can bite through them
I remember the things that make myself satisfied
There's no malice in the voice of torn greed
I deposit my repentance in this song
My beloved things are rotting with Speed
I can't turn back twice
I am dreaming

I am falling