YOU SAID:

It was a wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Aw, who would ever wanna be

INTO JAPANESE

ひどく荒々しい風がドアを吹き飛ばして僕を入れてくれた 割れた窓と太鼓の音 みんなは僕がどんな人間になるか信じられなかった 革命家たちが銀の皿に載せられた僕の首を待っている 孤独な糸につながれた操り人形 ああ、誰がそんな風になりたいと思うだろう

BACK INTO ENGLISH

A wild wind blew the door open and let me in Broken windows and drums They couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries waiting for my head on a silver platter A lonely puppet on a string Oh, who wants to be like that?

INTO JAPANESE

激しい風がドアを開けて私を入れた。割れた窓と太鼓。みんな私がどうなるか信じられなかった。銀の皿に乗せた私の首を待つ革命家たち。糸に操られた孤独な操り人形。ああ、そんな風になりたい人がいるだろうか？

BACK INTO ENGLISH

A fierce wind blew open the door and let me in. Broken windows and drums. No one could believe what I was becoming. Revolutionaries waiting for my head on a silver platter. A lonely puppet on strings. Oh, who wants to be like that?

INTO JAPANESE

猛烈な風がドアを開け、私を中に入れた。割れた窓と太鼓の音。誰も私が何者になるのか信じられなかった。銀の皿に乗せられた私の首を待つ革命家たち。糸に操られた孤独な操り人形。ああ、誰がそんな風になりたいと思うだろうか？

BACK INTO ENGLISH

A raging wind blew open the door and let me in. Broken windows and beating drums. No one could believe what I was becoming. Revolutionaries waiting for my head on a silver platter. A lonely puppet on strings. Oh, who would want to be like that?

INTO JAPANESE

猛烈な風がドアを開け、私を中に入れた。割れた窓と叩く太鼓の音。誰も私が何者になるのか信じられなかった。銀の皿に乗せた私の首を待つ革命家たち。糸に操られた孤独な操り人形。ああ、誰がそんな風になりたいと思うだろうか？

BACK INTO ENGLISH

A raging wind blew open the door and let me in. Broken windows and banging drums. No one could believe what I was becoming. Revolutionaries waiting for my head on a silver platter. A lonely puppet on strings. Oh, who would want to be like that?

INTO JAPANESE

猛烈な風がドアを開け、私を中に入れた。割れた窓と叩く太鼓の音。誰も私が何者になりつつあるのか信じられなかった。銀の皿に乗せられた私の首を待つ革命家たち。糸に操られた孤独な操り人形。ああ、誰がそんな風になりたいと思うだろうか？

BACK INTO ENGLISH

A raging wind blew open the door and let me in. Broken windows and banging drums. No one could believe what I was becoming. Revolutionaries waiting for my head on a silver platter. A lonely puppet on strings. Oh, who would want to be like that?