Anyways. A friend and I translated and rhymed the lyrics for an English version. We haven't recorded it yet because we're going to see if we can't perform it live with a few other friends for a variety show/contest.
But yeah, here are the lyrics.
Comments/constructive criticisms are welcome.
ALICE
Once upon a time, there was a tiny dream.
Such a tiny dream it was, no one knew who had dreamt it.
The tiny dream began to think, “I don't want to disappear this way. How can I make people dream of me?”
The tiny dream thought and thought, and then came up with an idea.
“I'll make humans get lost in me, and let them create the world.”
First ALICE was a gallant one who wandered Wonderland.
Dressed in red, she walked the wood, a broadsword in her hand.
Anything that crossed her path, her cold steel blade it met.
A wake of crimson followed her, a bloody silhouette.
This ALICE, first of four, never will return.
Locked away inside the trees, her wrath will forever burn.
If not for the trail of red her broadsword did create,
Not a single soul would know of her demented fate.
The second ALICE was a man of fragile color blue.
He sang a song in Wonderland of notes impure, untrue.
His music drove the people mad, his words a clear façade.
As time went on, the people saw this singer was a fraud.
That ALICE was a rose, delicate and frail.
On the thorns of his crazed dream, his heart he did impale.
His madness drove him to take his very life.
Once loved, he was forgotten in a wave of hate and strife.
Third ALICE was a little one who dressed in sprightly green.
Cute and dear to everyone, a beauty to be seen.
Her character drew followers she charmed with all her grace.
A strange land she created, and the dream she did embrace.
This ALICE was the queen, lording over all.
Taken by insanity, her death she tried to stall.
Fearing her mortality, she forever ruled the land.
Life itself was dictated by her corrupted hand.
In the woods the footsteps fell, hesitant and soft.
Two children followed the red path, blue roses held aloft.
A card was sent to them from her majesty, her grace.
T'was a heart, the fatal ace.
The fourth ALICE was really two--together they were whole.
A sister and a brother who fell down the rabbit hole.
A yellow boat had brought them there, into the cursed wood.
They passed through many colored doors, their fate not understood.
Dear older sister, so headstrong
And younger brother, never wrong
Oblivious to dangers that had lurked there all along.
But they will never wake up from their dream as they had planned,
Forever they will wander hopelessly through Wonderland.
