Testo: Gazette. Swallowtail on the Death Valley [English].

Angel who concealed wound. yeah!
Devil who licks the wound. yeah!

kuzureta Beauty torimidasu haikei
totemo ja nai kedo waraenai
Night of pussy

zoukei no kobi nomikomasu kachi mahi shita Real ni waraenai?
yakezuita nodo de "mou tobenai" to kimi wa iu

se ni saku?"jijou" dakiyosete mo kitto?chirasenai ne
toiki ni mazaru ore wa kizen ka ai ka?

munamoto kara nijimu mekakushi no sukui
kobore sou na kotoba kimi ni wa ienai
kore ijou... kore ijou wa...
toke sou na karada to urahara ni kokoro wa tokeaenai kara

arukenai kimi wa yagate mata ore ni sugatte kuru
yakezuita nodo de "mou tobenai" soshite mata kurikaesu

munamoto kara nijimu mekakushi no negai
kobore sou na kotoba kimi ni tsutaetai
kore ijou... kore ijou wa...
toke sou na karada to urahara ni kokoro wa tokeaenu

kimi wa doresu wo matou
kage wo seotta ageha
yume wo ubatta kanraku no sabaku de
anata sae... anata sae... to
ore wo nozunda hibi ni tsuita
kienu se no "kasane kizu" to ikiru


Swallowtail on the death valley
Angel who concealed wound. yeah!
Devil who licks the wound. yeah!

A collapsed Beauty distracted in a scenery
I can't really laugh at all
Night of pussy

I take in the modeled flattery, values paralyzed me and I can't really laugh
With your burned throat you say "I can't fly anymore"

Even if you embrace the "reasons" blooming on your back they surely won't disappear
Me who joins your sighs is that hypocrisy or love?

The relief in a blindfold is spreading from my chest
I can't say you the words that seem to overflow
Not less than this... Not less than this is...
My body seems to dissolve and in the contrary is my heart because it can't reconcile with it

You who can't walk will soon cling to me again
With your burned throat you say "I can't fly anymore" so you have to try it over again

The wish for a blindfold is spreading from my chest
I want to tell you the words that seem to overflow
Not less than this... Not less than this is...
My body seems to dissolve and in the contrary is my heart that can't reconcile with it

You're wearing a dress
A swallowtail burdened with a shadow
In the desert of pleasure that robbed your dream
Even you... even you... and
I'm attached to every day I was wishing for
You're living with "the lot of scars" on your back which can not fade away