Chatmonchy - Somaru Yo | Текст песни

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Somaru yo
Chatmonchy
ROMAJI

arukinaretenai yomichi wo furari to arukitakunatte
keikoutou ni terasaretara koko dake muri shiteru mitai da
otona dakara ichido kurai TABAKO wo suttemitakunatte
tsukiakari ni terasaretara warui koto shiteru mitai da

anata no suki na TABAKO
watashi yori suki na TABAKO

itsudatte soba ni itakatta
wakaritakatta, mitashitakatta
PUUKA, PUUKA, PUUKA, PUUKA kemuri ga
me ni shimiru yo, nigakute
kuroku somaru yo

hi ga kieta kara mou dame da
mahou wa toketeshimau
anata wa kemuri magarete atoaji saitei

masshiro na iki ga tomaru
makkuro na yoru to watashi

itsudatte soba ni iretara
kawareta ka na, mashi datta ka na
PUUKA, PUUKA, PUUKA, PUUKA kemuri ga
me ni shimitemo kurakutemo
yoru wa akeru

anata no kureta kotoba
tadashikute iroasenai
demo mou iranai

itsudatte anata dake datta
kirawanai de yo, wasurenai de yo
PUUKA, PUUKA, PUUKA, PUUKA kemuri ga
kumo ni natte asayake iro ni somaru yo


It Dyes
Chatmonchy
TRANSLATED

now i've wanted to walk the night path i'm not used to walking
under the fluorescent light, it seems like i'm the only one struggling
now that i'm a grown-up, i've wanted to try and smoke a cigar once
but under the moonlight, it seems like i'm doing something wrong

the cigar you so like
the cigar you like more than you like me

i've always wanted to be by your side
to understand, and to fulfill
the puffing, puffing, puffing smoke
stings my eyes, bitter
and it dyes you black

the sun's gone, it's no use
the magic will soon melt away
your aftertaste, wrapped in smoke, is the worst

the white smoke you breathe stops
with my pitch blackness and the night

if i'd always stayed beside you
would i have changed? would i better?
the puffing, puffing, puffing smoke
even if it stings my eyes, even if its dark
it opens up the night

the words you gave me are so right
their colors refuse to fade
but i don't need them anymore

it's always only been you
don't hate me, don't ever forget me
the puffing, puffing, puffing smoke
becomes a cloud and dyes you a morning glow

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