oasis / Bag It Up

近づいてくる足音が
耳に届く人がどれだけいる
ざっざっざ、と
空中に砂埃を叩きつける
ミリタリーブーツ

突き上げる拳は水の中
目の前で煙草を片手に
古びた酒場の机に項垂れる

木製の床に染み込んで
裏に潜り込むアルコールが
地中で蒸発を続ける
その煙の中を自由自在に
殴り込んでいく彼ら

声が聞こえてくる
音に昇華しない決意が
地中を伝わり聞こえてくる
音は無くとも
到来が知らされる

それは終わりでは無く
これは始まりで
スターターピストルの音であり
最終章に見せかけた
プロローグ

How many people can hear the sound of approaching footsteps
How many of us can hear
The sound of the dust
Beating dust in the air by military boots

Fists in the water
cigarette in hand in front of me
I sag against the desk of an old bar

seeping into the wooden floor.
the alcohol lurking in the back
continues to evaporate in the ground
through the smoke at will.
They punch their way in

I can hear their voices
The determination that does not sublimate to sound
I can hear them through the ground
Even though there is no sound
Their coming is known

It is not the end
It is a beginning
It's the sound of a starter pistol
It was like the final chapter
But this is our Prologue