歌词翻译 (English)
White Flag
Come on, come with me,
Each of you, hold a white flag in hand,
Not the one written with radicalism and resentment,
Which encourages people to kill;
And not the one marked with filthy blood,
And not the one painted with confession and spell (Just carve the confession in your hearts);
You line up,
Muted and grave,
As if to attend a funeral,
At all, smile and laughter
can't be on your faces,
Muted and grave,
Like a squad ready to die.
Now it's time,
Each of you, raise the white flag in hand,
Like your own heart,
And look upward, see the sky above,
Concentratedly and with awe,
Just like gazing at your own soul.
Now it's time,
Let your heating, obstructed, surging
And boiling tears run, incessantly, furiously,
Unrestrainedly, immoderately, carefreely,
As a flow out from valley,
As a rain heavily pouring...
Now it's time,
Let your suppressed, oppressed, struggling,
Raging voice roar, incessantly, furiously,
Unbridledly, fiercely,
Like a hurricane amongst oceanwaves,
Like one who has lost his most beloved...
Now it's time,
You let your restored nature repent,
Which was fried out by the boiling tears,
Which was aroused by the wailing thunder.
Repent in silence,
Repent for a long while,
Repent in tranquility,
Like a frigid star gleaming above a desolate valley,
Like a monk in black prostrating before a golden shrine...
In the ebullition of tears,
In the obsession of wailing,
In the silence of confession,
You see the perpetual divine augustness.