Lyric

ねむり姫

ねむりは、世界を離れるための小さな舟。

The sleeping girl

Is still warm

Not awake

Not gone

Just held

Between two rooms

まぶたの奥で、

青い砂が降っている。

Low light

Slow air

Someone counts her breathing

One

Two

Then stops counting

The window keeps the night

Inside its glass

Not a door

Not a dream

No one knows

Who is holding her hand

A lover

A mother

A child

Or no one

With a name

Only a hand remains

A hand growing cold

And another hand

Trying not to forget it

The body becomes

A quiet outline

Under the sheet

The world does not break

It only waits

The clock is moving

But the hour

Has already left

For another town

Her skin remembers

A little longer

Than the room

ねむり姫は、

目を覚まさない。

Not as tragedy

As fact

Soft

Unanswered

Blue

Stay near

Not to save her

Not to wake her

Stay near

As a small sound

Beside the fading

眠っていて。

ひとりではないように。

The dream is quiet

The real is quiet

The border

Is water at night

Warmth

Small warmth

Breath

Thin breath

Hand

Empty hand

ぬくもり。

小さなぬくもり。

Blue dust

Cold window

No border

名前。

砂上の文字。

Nothing leaves loudly

Not flowers

Not stars

Not body heat

ただ、

小さな熱が

世界の外側へ

しずかに移っていく。

Nothing loud