Let us prosper
The crying, crying, crying child has melted away
The angry, angry, angry child has burnt away
The running, running, running child; where are they?
They hid amidst the mountain of corpses and disappeared
Sad, sad balloons; we’ve put them on
A bird, bird pecked at some and ate them
Rattle, clatter. To the rhythm of cracking bones
The worms infesting the mountain of corpses are dancing
Wearing merry shoes, squeak, squeak, we run
The poor are chanting the voices of svaahaa
Where is the bad child? They’re one of us
We’ve chosen that strange child
Our bodies are broken. The collapse is serious. The brightness declines. The chroma decomposes
The whole body crumbles. The demolition restarts. The remission is withdrawn. Human-made disasters return
We fall down thrillingly. We become manic refreshingly. The felony causes damage. We need to claim compensation
Let us prosper; svaahaa! Somebody, help us!
Aah…
The blue sky turns yellow. The firmament is unpredictable. Three cross marks. The inside of my brain is entangled
See you once again. Lose our lives once. The reason why we were appointed to be sacrificed is unknown
The maximum. A failing grade. Now certificating our right to have the minimum standard of living
The upper classes survive. The lower classes are crushed. We get chastised every night. Our hearses are leaving tomorrow morning
We’re in chaos; we’re entangled. Our emotions are at war. The washing machine is working
Beep-beep. We feel impatient. We’re under a big switch. Our thoughts are spreading out
We repeat parting. We have extreme pain. Dah-dit-dit-dah. Cross mark, traffic
Let us prosper; svaahaa! Somebody, respond to us!
Somewhere the voices of salvation won’t reach
Our voices of supplication won’t resonate. Svaahaa!
Our voices echo in the lonely mountain;
They echo in the sad mountain where we’re buried
The foreigners’ appearances. They’re apt to attack us. We’re afraid of invasion. We want stable harmony
Diplomacy collapses. We go back to the old tradition. Our ancestors’ success has turned into dust
Falling leaves glide in the sky. We execute the plan as agents. We decide to purify them. Their blunder will pass quickly
The feeling of gloom. The feeling of grave sin. The feeling of going manic. The feeling of omnipotence. The pleasant feeling of craving death
Grant us protection; grant us happiness…
You’re so pathetic, huh? So are we the whole time, huh?
You’re really wounded, and now you’re dead
Extremely frightened, you can’t help laughing…
You’re so pathetic, huh? So are we the whole time, huh?
But, this is really funny—
You, who protected us from everything, are gone
We made a decision, and we bullied and eliminated you!
But we won’t care, we won’t care, care, care, care…
Somebody, help us. Somebody, help us. Let us prosper; svaahaa…
We’re always—
So pathetic, huh? So are we the whole time, huh? We’re really…
So, it cannot be helped, huh…
(Alt. Title(s): Svaahaa no Koe, Voices of Svāhā, Voices of Svaha)