YAPOOS 「棒状の罪」 (Boujou no Tsumi, Pole-Shaped Sin)
With pathos brewing in you, you take the pole-shaped sin like a deadly weapon And wail inside me, the pitch-black night like the waves in a storm To be human is itself a sin The Original Sin burns in a timeless secret room—heat and humidity
The pole-shaped sin swallowed by the stigma of subordination; I close my eyes Endlessly onwards we go down the path to decadence, like two lost children Craving the forbidden fruit The Original Sin burns in an empty secret room—heat and humidity
The night is a beast that knows nothing of immorality or virtue We hunger for it more and become something shameless and inhuman Was that not one of Velàzquez's rare paintings? Oh, remembering it inexplicably brings me to tears
Releasing your pathos, with your liquid sin like a soul Inside me the tide is high, the ultramarine night slowly ends To be human is itself a sin The Original Sin that remains in a soundless secret room—heat and humidity
The night is a beast that knows nothing of morality or logic We hungered for it so and became something shameless and inhuman Oh, Augustinus’ voice is condemning us Oh, we who insatiably lay sin upon sin
