[Japanese] ガラス越しの月 骨は眠る 石は動かない でも時間を運ぶ 木の鈴が鳴る マリンバみたいに 足跡の地図が 胸で脈を打つ 低くうなる風 地球の喉 ドン——踏み鳴らせ 心臓の拍 息を合わせて 影も踊れ 過去は遠くて でも手の中 ROAR, ROAR——いまを鳴らせ 小さな一歩で 世界が揺れる ROAR, ROAR——夜がひらく ぼくらも化石（明日）の欠片になる前に 名前のない星砂 骨のすき間 昔の雨音 耳の奥で光る 金色の角笛 雲を押し分け 太鼓の合図で 眠りが目を開く 影が伸びては 未来を指す ドン——踏みならせ 地面の詩 息を合わせて 胸で数えろ いまが長い川 ぼくらはそのしぶき ROAR, ROAR——いまを鳴らせ 小さな一歩で 世界が揺れる ROAR, ROAR——夜がひらく ぼくらも化石（明日）の欠片になる前に 忘れられた名も 音になれる 骨は静けさ ぼくらは炎 怖さは翼だ 重さはリズム 踏み出す度に 時代が動く ROAR, ROAR——声を重ね 足跡パレード 星座の並び ROAR, ROAR——手をつなげ 深時のページに 今日をはさもう [English] Behind the glass, the moon—bones sleeping still. Stones never move, yet they carry time. Wooden bells are ringing, like a marimba, A map of footprints pulses in my chest. A low, growling wind—the planet’s throat. Boom—stamp it out, the heartbeat’s thud. Breathe as one, let even shadows dance; The past feels distant, yet rests in our hands. ROAR, ROAR—let the moment thunder; Tiny steps can make the world tremble. ROAR, ROAR—the night swings open, Before we turn to tomorrow’s little fossils. Nameless star-sand in the bones’ small gaps, Ancient rain-sound shining in my ear. A golden horn parts the drifting clouds; At the drum’s signal, sleep opens its eyes. Shadows stretch out, pointing to the future. Boom—stomp it out, the poem of the ground. Breathe together, count within your chest; Now is a long river—we are its spray. ROAR, ROAR—let the moment thunder; Tiny steps can make the world tremble. ROAR, ROAR—the night swings open, Before we turn to tomorrow’s little fossils. Forgotten names can turn into sound; Bones are stillness, and we are flame. Fear is a wing, and weight is rhythm; Each step forward sets the era moving. ROAR, ROAR—let our voices gather; Footsteps parade like lined-up constellations. ROAR, ROAR—take each other’s hands; Press today between the pages of deep time.
