Ano Hi Mita Hana no Namae o Bokutachi wa Mada Shiranai - Swan | Текст песни

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• Ano Hi Mita Hana no Namae o Bokutachi wa Mada Shiranai
• Swan

Suwan
Lyrics / Composition: Ozaki Yuuki
Arrangement: Galileo Galilei

Ahiru no mama ahiru no mama
Hadashi de kimi to karandari nageitari shita
Itsu made mo itsu made mo
Owari wo kanjitaku nai na dokoka de

Mabayui hikari mabayui hikari
Kazakiri no hane wo nobashite nobashite yuku
Kurushiku natta shi tsumaranaku natta shi
Kimi wa hakuchou ni natte sa nanda ka

Taiyou ni chikadzuite iku you na mainichi to mainichi
Shinryou naika no uketsuke yoko no mado kara mieta
Sunaba no jouro ni koke ga musu
Yurete ita buranko wa hitotsu ni musubare
“Koko ni iru” nante kotoba wa uso ni naru ndarou na

Waratte hora waratta hou ga
Douse machigai ni natte mo kirei ni mieru
Nejitta hane tobanai tori
Kono machi ga wasurete yuku no wa hakuchou no mure

Taiyou ni chikadzuite iku you na mainichi to mainichi
Nukete iku hane ni umorete ima ga owatte iku
Itsu shika atari wa kuraku naru
Gaidou ni atsumaru chouchou wa shini
Kimi to saigo ni hotta booru wa umi no mukou e
Taiyou ni kogasarete okashiku natta furi wo shiyou
“Koko ni ita” sono kotoba dake wa uso ni shinai de
Kiete yuku kimi no kage to oikakeru boku no kage wa
Ahiru no mama
Ahiru no mama de

As a duck, as a duck,
Barefoot, I tangled with you and grieved with you.
Until forever, until forever,
Part of me doesn’t want to feel the end.
A dazzling light, a dazzling light -
My flight feathers are spreading, spreading out.
It’s gotten painful, it’s gotten boring,
Somehow, ever since you became a swan.
Day by day, I seem to move closer to the sun.
I saw the psychosomatic clinic’s reception desk from the window to the side.
Moss grows on the watering can in the sandbox.
The swings that were swaying are tied into one.
The words “I’m here” would be a lie, wouldn’t they?
Come on, laugh. Laughing looks nicer,
Even if this will all be a mistake anyway.
Twisted wings, a bird that can’t fly -
The ones this city will forget are the flock of swans.
Day by day, I seem to move closer to the sun.
I’m buried in feathers that are falling out, and the present comes to an end.
Before long, my surroundings will grow dark.
The butterflies that gather at the street lamp will die.
The last ball I tossed around with you goes to the other side of the ocean.
Let’s pretend that I’ve gone crazy from being in the sun too long.
“We were here.” Please, keep those words, at least, from being a lie.
Your shadow that begins to vanish and my shadow that chases after yours
Are like ducks,
Just like ducks.