The raspy voice of the crow cries out
With a hoarse voice, even if it bothers the neighbors
The raspy voice of the crow cries out
With a hoarse voice, encouraging with all its might
The back that gave up on dreams
The palms that are getting dirty
Knowing love
Ah, even with this kind of voice, I’m singing
Listen, I’m singing
Ah, someday, I’ll shine
Bright enough to not lose to the sun
To become such an existence
Now, I’m just a hated one
But I have no choice but to cry out
The raspy voice of the crow cries out
Forgetting even the hair with a hoarse voice
The raspy voice of the crow cries out
With a hoarse voice, everyone drifts away
Lovers walking through the town
Children playing on the sidewalk
Knowing love
Ah, everyone listen
It’s still a dirty voice as usual
Ah, there are still things I want to convey
I’ll turn them into songs
Even if it’s my best now
I have to aim for more than that
Otherwise, I won’t accomplish anything
Tearing open the garbage bag again today
I’ll peck at it
Appearances are secondary
I’ll live desperately
I’m getting hungry
Shall I look for something to eat?
Huh? I can’t fly.
Ah, when did
My body become so tattered?
Ah, I was so absorbed
In singing that I didn’t notice
Ah, I’m so sleepy
Is this okay?
Ah, did I accomplish something?
I can’t have confidence
Time passes, and people unconsciously hum
The raspy voice of the song
A moment of light shines
And courage to live springs forth