Текст песни Стызил у Влады - Дневники будущего

Consentes Dii Iuno Iuppiter
Minerva Apollo Mars Ceres
Mercurius Diana Bacchus
Volcanus Pluto Vesta Venus

Madoromi no fuchi de mabuta ni tayutau

Musou no kami wa yuuga ni hohoemi shi wo kudashi
Jikuu wo suberu inga no kusari wa karamidasu

Kami no ataeshi kuusou Program

Saa eins zwei drei! kasanariau
Saa eins zwei drei! shi wo kawashite

Shoumetsu no yuugi ni kogareru kiseki wo ubau Survivalgame
Rasen no you ni

Consentes Dii Iuno Iuppiter
Minerva Apollo Mars Ceres
Mercurius Diana Bacchus
Volcanus Pluto Vesta Venus

Utakata no mirai kakikaeru you ni

Kuusou tsunagu rinne no NOIZU ga nariwataru
Jikan wa yugami inga no kiritsu wa kuzuresaru

Kami no ataeshi keishou Program

Saa eins zwei drei! tsuranariau
Saa eins zwei drei! shi wo furikitte

Shoumetsu no yuugi ni aragau kiseki ni idomu Erasergame
Mugen no you ni

Kami no ataeshi karakuri Program

Saa eins zwei drei! kasanariau
Saa eins zwei drei! shi wo kawashite

eins zwei drei! tsuranariau
Saa eins zwei drei! shi wo furikitte

Shoumetsu no yuugi ni kogareru kiseki wo ubau Survivalgame
Rasen no you ni

Airen naru boukansha
Kogareru seishi yori mo tooku
Saihate ni aru hakoniwa de
Owari no nai kiseki ga aru to
Shinjiteita

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Olympian Gods: Juno, Jupiter,
Minerva, Apollo, Mars, Ceres,
Mercury, Diana, Bacchus,
Vulcan, Pluto, Vesta, Venus.

Deep in the abyss of light slumber, we sway with half-closed eyelids.

Smiling, the gods of dreams and fantasy elegantly impart death,
while the chains of karma, which dictates time and space, are becoming tangled.

It's a fantasy program bestowed by the gods.

Now, one, two, three! We shall become one.
Now, one, two, three! We shall evade death.

We'll snatch away the miracle that's thirsting for a survival game of annihilation,
just like a spiral.

Olympian Gods: Juno, Jupiter,
Minerva, Apollo, Mars, Ceres,
Mercury, Diana, Bacchus,
Vulcan, Pluto, Vesta, Venus.

As though to rewrite the transient foam-like future,

the noises of reincarnation, which holds the fantasies together, are resounding.
Time is distorting, while the melodies and laws of karma are crumbling away.

It's a succession program bestowed by the gods.

Now, one, two, three! We shall become links of one chain.
Now, one, two, three! We shall shake ourselves free of death.

We'll contend for a miracle that will fight against this eraser game of annihilation,
just like a fantasy dream.

It's a puppet program bestowed by the gods.

Now, one, two, three! We shall become one.
Now, one, two, three! We shall evade death.

Now, one, two, three! We shall become links of one chain.
Now, one, two, three! We shall shake ourselves free of death.

We'll snatch away the miracle that's thirsting for a survival game of annihilation,
just like a spiral.

The bystanders, while pitying us,
were even farther away than the life or death we longed for.
In a tiny garden at the end of the ends,
I believed that
there would be a boundless miracle.