[Japanese:]

優しい香りがまだ消えない
焼け焦げた言葉
耳からこびり付いて何もかもが…
だから心に決めたんだ

今日も見えない雲が殺した満月
テーブルはいつも一人
並べられたスプーンやフォーク
首にかけられたナプキン
とっくに冷えきった白い皿に入ったスープ

沈黙に流れる鼓動と隣の家から聞こえる
かすかな雑音

気怠さに任せ床に寝そべる
横に見えた世界は意外に新鮮で
土の方へ伸びる

初めて一つになれたんだ
今日はこのまま寝りにつきたい

動く米粒にいつか羽が生える?

手を後ろまわし探る
僕は飛べない何故だろ?
僕は僕を捜してる
誰も何も教えてはくれないの?
何故?何故?

わらわらと増えてくる君は…

ソファーの下探してた銀のナイフ見つけ
椅子に座り直し口に肉を運ぶ
美味しいはずのライスも口に頬張り
羽を探す

[Romanized:]

Yasashii kaori ga mada kienai
Yake kogeta kotoba
Mimi kara kobiritsuite nani mo kamo ga…
Dakara kokoro ni kimetanda

Kyou mo mienai kumo ga koroshita mangetsu
Teeburu wa itsumo hitori
Narabe rareta supuun ya fouku
Kubi ni kake rareta napukin
Tokku ni hie kitta shiroi sara ni haitta Suupu

Chinmoku ni nagareru kodou to tonari no ie kara kikoeru
Kasukana zatsuon

kedarusa ni makase yuka ni nesoberu
Yoko ni mieta sekai wa igai ni shinsende
Tsuchi no hou e nobiru

Hajimete hitotsu ni naretanda
Kyou wa kono mama nemuri ni tsukitai

Ugoku kometsubu ni itsuka hane ga haeru?

Te o ushiro mawashi saguru
Boku wa tobenai nazedaro?
Boku wa boku o sagashi teru
Dare mo nani mo oshiete wa kurenai no?
Naze? Naze?

Wara wara to fuete kuru kimi wa…

Sofaa no shita sagashi teta gin no naifu mitsuke
Isu ni suwari naoshi kuchi ni niku o hakobu
Oishii hazu no raisu mo kuchi ni houbari
Hane o sagasu

[English Translation:]

I can still smell the soft scent
The burned words
It's stuck in my ear like everything else is...
So I made up my mind

I can't see the full moon today
The clouds killed it
As always, I am sitting at the table alone
The spoon and fork are in place
The napkin hangs from my neck
The soup has already gone cold in the white bowl

You can hear the sound of my heartbeat in the silence
And some noise from the neighbors

Letting exhaustion take over me, I lay on the floor
The scenery I see from here was unexpectedly new to me
So I reach for the dirt

For the first time I became one
I just want to go to sleep

When will wings grow on the moving rice kernel?

My hands are behind me
I search
Why can't I fly?
I search for myself
Why won't anybody tell me?
Why? Why?

With your multiplying selves...

I found the silver knife I was looking for underneath the sofa
I sit back up on the chair and taste the meat
I stuff my face with the rice that is supposed to be tasty
And search for the wings