The world cracks, and the heroes born in the ditch of time
Are raised within the cloudy sky and a lover's whispers
Dreaming of the utopia in the painting
Freedom is too great a burden, and screams pierce through the clouds
Consign the hero your fantasies fabricated to oblivion
Consign the hero your fantasies fabricated to oblivion
On a night of freedom, you will be encircled by a hundred comrades
While seeking out each other's parched kisses, you'll laugh under your masks
Tonight too, you'll have countless love affairs
Exhausted from dancing, you'll trip on the table and get your suit dirty
You'll sleep in your lonely room while abandoning your sacrificed feet
Tonight, sweet dreams shall surely envelope you
Freedom is too great a burden, and unable to stand it, I start wanting to run away
Consign the hero of a worn-out history to oblivion
On a sleepless night, the strength-drained soldiers drift in the sewage
On a heavy-spirited morn, the dictators laugh on the brown pipes
It will resound deep in my ears forever
On a dull afternoon, I'm enervated and prowl all around inside my cage
It's better than a world where you lose to brute force and can't allow even ideo
Smash the utopia in the painting
Freedom is too great a burden, but don't run away because you can't stand it
Consign the hero of a history that has worn out to oblivion
Again, the day where even my heart feels parched comes to an end
Freedom is too great a burden, but don't run away because you can't stand it
Consign the hero of a history that has worn out to oblivion
Consign the hero your fantasies fabricated to oblivion, consign the hero to oblivion