I don’t mind if I’m lied to… all I wanted was to paint pictures;
I so loved my job at the retirement home…

Burning with crackling force, a man who knows not of words,
Pauses on the insides of street corners, pulled along by some scent.

Children raise children… children kill children…
Children have children with children… in a pale room for children alone.
Yes, I buried the corpses of those children in the walls, painting a picture.

We’re quite similar, you and I… both swollen with kindness;
We always smile from day to day, but one could say we’re quite unfortunate…

Children raise children… children kill children…
Children have children with children… in a pale room for children alone.
The mother that took me by the hand wasn’t one who chose me,
So I’ll be the one to protect us… and our colorful room.

だまされてもかまわない　絵が描ければよかった
老人ホームでの仕事はとても気に入っていた

ごうごうともえている　言葉を知らない男
曲がり角の奥たちこめる匂い　ひきずられ歩く

子供が子供を育て　子供が子供を殺め
子供が子供と子をつくる　子供だけの青い部屋
そう子供の亡骸を壁にうめて絵を描いた

僕たちは似ているね　優しさがむくんでいる
いつでも笑って暮らすのにかわいそうだと言うんだろ

子供が子供を育て　子供が子供を殺め
子供が子供と子をつくる　子供だけの青い部屋
ぼくの手をとる母親が　ぼくを選ばなかったから
ぼくがぼくたちを守る　ぼくたちの明るい部屋