主歌
All of lives expelled faraway.
All of sceneries are demolished.
All of memories turned into debris.
Can you see? Angelus Novus.
Smile has been displaced by the fear.
Dream has gone and never backs again.
Well, you know you have no power to rebel what a stupid world but they still call it new.
Don’t cry, Angelus Novus.
Don’t cry, it’s not your fault.
You know all that is solid always melts into the air.
Chorus:
The storm is blowing from the brutal paradise.
And we are all forced to propel to go outside.
If you could listen to the voice from deep heart,
You would know how sad it’s.
The storm is blowing from the brutal paradise.
And we are all forced to propel to go outside.
Forget those happy lives in Treasure Island,
We’ll go on the road to death.