@Nan Desu Ka: I've found a translation of Taion somewhere *runs away to look on the internet*
here is is (can't place the link, the link of the site doesn't change:S):
A wintry sky and the broken streetlight cold wind.
Unknown shadow the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.
If it wakes up a gloomy ceiling.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum it is soiled.
And violence rapes me.
An understanding is impossible.
Why was I chosen? Someone should answer…
If it is an awful dream somehow I want you to answer
Just any scream wallowing myself of pain and if you are toiling me it is good
If it is an awful dream somehow I want you to teach me
By a broken seeming voice again and again I screamed
There is no hand of preparing of the disordered hair.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum a faint temperature is mixed in the midwinter.
The voice was killed and the dried up seeming myself was told
Not to lose sight of the living
The voice was killed and in the night when I shivered I was drowning in my pain
I allowed the broken off seeming breath and...
If it is an awful dream somehow I want you to answer
Just any scream wallowing myself of pain and if you are toiling me it is good
If it is an awful dream somehow I want you to teach me
In the end just at least one more time it seemed as if I smiled