Akeboshi

Just now, at this very moment
Sounds are ringing out around the world
I wonder if a few of them
Are catching my ear?
The sound of waves of the ocean, the gunshots of the night

A Korean boy who brought recruitment to an end in London
Is playing the drums in the kitchen of his cheap apartment

They'll escape through the country's wall
I wonder if they'll be a single prayer amongst them?
It's the color of the skin, or words
It's not common sense, it's not religion
It's not history, but sounds that escape through

In Berlin, in Tokyo
In N.Y., in Shanghai

Now we walk along
Carrying our own memories with us, able to hear
The footsteps in the night
It's the color of the skin, or words
It's not common sense, it's not religion
It's not history, reach out

Escaping through the country's wall
Ringing out sounds

Happiness and sadness are jumbled emotions
What could possibly be happiness?
I don't know

As we make different sounds beneath the same sky
We continue to walk at our own speeds
At our own speeds