The GazettE - Distress And Coma

Translation
Until your distress sleeps…Fill me up with your grief…

Hello…dear my bride. What are you looking at?
With your eyes you weren't even able to find the butterfly that fell on the floor

What I want to forget is the pain that is much too white
And though you tell me you believe in me the wound won't vanish

Dancing, dancing and dancing
to make you fall asleep - unstoppable tears
Killing my voice I let my lips drop onto your weakly shivering hand

Hello…dear my bride. Burning at my feet
I need the buzzing in my ears to get closer

The breath I spit out in unconsciousness runs along my skin
And I smile at the reticently swaying blade…
What I want to forget is the pain that is much too white
And though you tell me you believe in me the wound won't vanish

In my reduced dreams a reality is reflected that doesn't wake up and if even the grief
answered me that this was your true face
I'd even be okay with getting hurt

Don't forget that I was attracted by you
because you knew about pain

I say good-nigt to you right here

Dancing, dancing and dancing
to make you fall asleep - unstoppable tears
Every time we close up our hearts saying nothing's wrong we're about to wither
In my reduced dreams I sing "Once more" and if even the grief told me that this was myself
I'd even be okay with getting hurt

In the dream that has to end good-bye is blooming