The color of the wings is scorched out
Wandering ashes lost the place where it dissolves
But even the smoke leaves a mark
They cannot disappear without a trace

[Burn me away]

Wings once tear the wind
Now they’re soot, crumbling down
Still, I still want to fly
A faint spark of fire, at the bottom of my hazy memory
If it still cries out

The gray even freezes, the bottom of the frozen ground
The spark that spread the wings of a baby phoenix
It has the vermilion light with sharp heat
No one can blow away its wings
The ashed wings that beat the heart

Now ignite it on the twin-winged body
Ashes are full of dreams of awakening, to be resurrected

[Burn me away]

The rain penetrates into the bones
It washes off the hue
Still, I still want to fly
A grain of heat in the bottom of my turbid soul
Though I’ve already forgotten the blue and the red
If it still remains

Echoes of the dim black that completely lacks life
The white that awakens, colored by fire, is-
Messiah of snow, charcoal and tin
If the wings go beyond
No one will forget its color
The ashed wings that beat the heart

色彩の焦げ落ちた翼
解ける先を喪い　彷徨う灰は
煙でさえ跡　遺すように
跡形なく　消えられはしないから

[Burn me away]

かつて風　裂いた羽
今は煤　崩れ落ちて
飛びたいんだ　それでも
仄かに火種が　朧な記憶の底で
まだ叫ぶならば

凍る鈍色　凍土の底
羽根を抻す火花　孵化した朱は
雛のフェニックスの燈　鋭い熱
誰もその翼　吹き消せはしないから
鼓動する　灰の羽搏を

さあ火を放て　双翼の肉体へ
灰は覚醒めの夢　蘇るため

[Burn me away]

骨　滲ます雨
流れ落ちる無彩
飛びたいんだ　それでも
一粒の熱が　淀んだ(よどんだ)魂の底に
もう青も赤も忘れた　声の中に
まだ残るならば

命を欠く　昏い黒の余韻
炎に彩られた　目醒める白は
雪と炭と錫のメサイア
そう　“羽は彼方を目指す”　のなら
誰も　その色を　忘れはしないから
鼓動する　灰の羽搏を