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​BACK DOOR

This song is by Chihiro Onitsuka and appears on the album Insomnia (2001).

Original JapaneseEdit

なんて愚かな汗に まみれているのよ
それじゃ この空がいくら広くてもしょうがないわ

両足につけた鉛の重さにさえ 慣れてしまってる
自分を救ってやれれば

明日が見えてしまうなら 立ち止まってみるの
足跡だらけの道など走るのはやめて

切らした息を元に戻すの

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?

ここは平坦で遠くまで見えるけど
光は当たらない だからその窓を割って行こう

栄光はこの手の中 そんなとこにはないわ
ひどく汚れたその足の痛みに気づいて

迷いもすべて洗い流すの

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?

明日が見えてしまうなら 立ち止まってみるの
足跡だらけの道など走るのはやめて

切らした息を元に戻すの

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?

Romanized JapaneseEdit

nante oroka na ase ni mamireteiru no yo
sore ja kono sora ga ikura hirokute mo shouganaiwa

ryouashi ni tsuketa namari no omosa ni sae tachidomattemiru no
ashiato darake no michi nado hashiru no wa yamete

kirashita iki o modorimodosu no

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?

koko wa heitan de tooku made mieru kedo
hikari wa ataranai dakara sono mado o watte yukou

eikou wa kono te no naka sonna toko ni wa naiwa
hidoku yogoreta sono ashi no itami ni kidzuite

mayoi mo subete arainagasu no

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?

ashita ga miete shimau nara tachidomattemiru no
ashiato darake no michi nado hashiru no wa yamete

kirashita iki o modorimodosu no

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?

English TranslationEdit

What foolish sweat I'm covered in
Well then, it can't be helped no matter how wide this sky is

Even with the weight of the lead attached to both my feet, I'll try and stand
and stop running along roads and things full of nothing but footprints

I'll replenish the breaths I ran out of

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?

Though in this flat place you can see very far out
The light doesn't reach, so I'll break that window and go

Glory is inside these hands, not in places like that
I recognize the pain in those feet so awfully dirtied

I'll wash away everything, even my confusion

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?

If tomorrow is completely visible, I'll try and stand
and stop running along roads and things full of nothing but footprints

I'll replenish the breaths I ran out of

Where is the back door?
Where is the back door?
Where is the back door of myself?