黒煙の手毬唄　口ずさむ少女に続け
街道埋め尽くす　路傍の骸に鉄を打て

砂纏う優雅な調べ　口塞ぐは叡智の光
回廊這いつくばった　無謀の進撃明日を撃て

疼く痛みに　赤いハンカチあてがうキミの
温もり　悲しみ　込める弾頭に月の照らすは

自由は憎しみの　唄歌う少女の希望
銃弾は喜びの　唄歌う少女のこめかみ打ち抜き流れ堕ちる


Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate ― we can not consecrate ― we can not hallow ― this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us ― that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion ― that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain ― that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom ― and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.


命繋ぐ古井戸の　縁に腰掛け少女が歌う
投げ入れた毒瓶の　蓋には母の面影刻む

愛を纏う優雅な調べ　目を塞いだら心を満たす
投げ捨てた弾丸は　裏の庭に花咲かす

疼く痛みに　赤いハンカチあてがうキミの
温もり　悲しみ　込める弾頭に月の照らすは

自由は憎しみの　唄歌う少女の希望
銃弾は喜びの　唄歌う少女のこめかみ打ち抜き流れ堕ちる