喧哗の伤迹を眺めあなたは言う
kenkka no kizuato wo nagame anata wa iu
あいつとつるむのは もう やめなと
aitsu to tsurumu nowa mou yamena to
分かってるって 女なんて
wakatterutte onna nante
大人ぶってガキ扱い
otona butte gaki atsukai
もう やめにしてくれないか
mou yame ni shite kurenaika
抱いて 抱いて 抱いて セニョニータ
daite daite daite senorita
强く 强く 强く 放さないで
tsuyoku tsuyoku tsuyoku hanasanaide
あなたのその唇が じれったいのよ
anata no sono kuchibiru ga jirettai noyo
昔の男と俺を重ねては
mukashi no otoko to ore wo kasanetewa
ため息交じりで笑ってみせる
tameiki majiri de waratte miseru
分かってるって 男なんて
wakatterutte otoko nante
信じてないと 言いたいんだろう
shinjitenai to iitaindarou
もう 楽にしてあけるから
mou raku ni shite akeru kara
泣いて 泣いて 泣いて セニョニータ
naite naite naite senorita
俺の 俺の 俺の 胸でずっと
ore no ore no ore no mune de zutto
一人で我慢しないで そばにおいてよ
hitori de gaman shinaide soba ni oiteyo
眠れ 眠れ 眠れ セニョニータ
nemure nemure nemure senorita
俺の 俺の 俺の 胸でずっと
ore no ore no ore no mune de zutto
今夜もきっと梦の中 じれったいのよ
konya mo kitto yume no naka jirettainoyo
Without A Trace I peel off my frail consciousness slowly, So my footsteps won't make a sound. I become ash, scattering into tiny pieces. It's only this, nothing more... Without a trace
The feeling that I'm aware of my ignorance is more cowardice than helplessness. Crawling into the bottom of my mixed consciousness, I ask my subconsciousness... "I cannot see my future..."
Burying your breath in the still season, You, who waited for help, dissovled into nothingness. The withered song you cannot hear anymore... It's crying without exception.
My tears that fell for my loss Will also flow when I endure this agony. Just like everyone else who deserted you, I close my eyelids.
My body that's entwined within the spiral is slowly, slowly twisting. In my throat, there are thousands of questions that are like thorns; I'm asking, "What can I save?" My future is dying right before my eyes...
Burying your breath in the still season, You, who waited for help, dissovled into nothingness. The withered song you cannot hear anymore... It's crying without exception.
The dense fog that refuses to clear up... So the proof of your existence that won't dissipate... If this song reaches you, You'll probably think it's hypocritical.
Burying your breath in the still season, You, who waited for help, dissovled into nothingness. I can't make my raised voice retreat so you can't hear it anymore... I've come to realize that it is my sin.