Гуру ПесенTsutchie & Fat Jon - Fly (Small Circle of Friends) [end'инг к 22 серии] | Текст песни
Aruasa no kawa no hotori
kusamura midori no nitani korobi
matasaki kusuguru choucho to
ima daki kirenu sore wa dokomademo toui
jidai ni osaefuka meru SCREEN
utsushidaseru no wa yume no tsuzuki
akubi hitotsu to ookiku senobi
haru no sesaragi hitori dainichi
haruka yama no itadaki no goriiki
kisetsu matabe tabi no michizushi
hoho o kasumete tondeku tsubame
furimuki sama "ohayou" koe o hakorase
sore sore ihaneba seige to koshiage sorode ittai dochira made
sore wa, sore wa, sore wa, sore wa
tokini soushun sou tabi no tochuu
tsumari bokura nishi e kudari
burari samurai kodori burai
michizure tamashii sora e fuwari
tsubasa hirogaeshitara, FLY
itsuha taki ni deru koto ni naru towa
umareta toki kara shitte imashita
ansuro shota chiisama senaka ni
dareka ga yobu koe kikoete mashi kakogaeri no yuuyake komichi
natsukashi sa ni madoromi aruku hibi
kitto zutto mukashi tachigi sagashi
yobisamachi yagate hajimaru tabi
houmekutte rekishi himotoku
yori mo ore nu sekai gu sutte hitoku
suika no seko ni hibiku kanshoku
ASPHALT no shita ni nemuru hioku
tadori tabi ukabu genzai karakako
boku wa boko ni deau daru
soshite mirai no boku go boku we mitsuke
sore made koko de chotto machibuse
tsumari bokura nishi e kudari
burari samurai kodori burai
michizure tamashii sora e fuwari
tsubasa hirogaeshitara, FLY
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one morning near a river
falling in a patch of grass
with a tickling butterfly
the sky I can't possibly embrace is distant
a deepening screen in the age
what it shows is the continuation of a dream
with a yawn and a big stretch
spring's wisdom alone, Great Sun
the faraway mountain fortress
spanning the seasons, a journey's shrine
a flying swallow grazes my cheek
looking back, someone calls "good morning"
soon I must go, connection and fold in history and where are you going?
that is, that is, that is, that is…
sometimes early spring, yes, in the middle of a journey
and so we descend into the West
rascals pretending to be samurai
fellow travelers, souls into the sky softly
fluttering our wings, FLY
I knew from the day I was born
that I would go on a journey
a lovely tree-lined road, I heard someone call
returning to the past, a sunset path
days when I walk in sleepy nostalgia
I'm sure always in the past, standing, eating, searching
awakened, a journey finally begun
unraveling the past
my world was much grander than that
the heavy resonance of a watermelon
a memory sleeping under the asphalt
following the path, rising to the surface, present to past
I will surely meet myself
my future self will find me
until then I wait in ambush
and so we descend into the West
rascals pretending to be samurai
fellow travelers, souls into the sky softly
fluttering our wings, FLY
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