Когда плачут цикады - Nageki no Mori | Текст песни

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• Когда плачут цикады
• Nageki no Mori

Fukai nageki no mori higurashi no naku…

Sono hi wa totemo hareta hi de tsumetai kaze suikonda
Toki ga biryou, isshun dake hari o tometa

one-way, that cannot return twice.
A lost child looks for a bright place.

Kawari yuku mono to sore o nozomu mono
Tooryanse oide ya

Dareka ga naita sono koe wa doko? Sotto sotto, nozoite mite goran yo
Oyasumi yoi ko wa nemure okite iru ko wa tete o otosu zo
Aoi tsukikage, ichiboku no? Kono michi de komoriuta o kiitara
Matsuri ga hajimari hi wa mata kiete yuku fukai nageki no mori higurashi no naku…

Yasashii mono o osoretari sore ga himei o agetari
Kami o kiriotoshitakute hitomi tojita

one-way, that cannot return twice.
A lost child looks for a bright place.

Akaku somaru me wa dare no na o sakebu no?
Tooryanse tanoshi ya

Yashiro ni utsusu okizari no kage kitto kitto, ano ko wa mou inai yo
Hi mo iriai oni no men osanai emi de hane o mogaita
Awase kagami ni utsuru sugata ni kao ga nai to, kao ga nai to, naitara
Matsuri ga hajimari hi wa mata kiete yuku fukai nageki no mori higurashi no naku…

Dareka ga naita sono koe wa doko? Sotto sotto, nozoite mite goran yo
Oyasumi yoi ko wa nemure okite iru ko wa tete o otosu zo
Aoi tsukikage, ichiboku no? Kono michi de komoriuta o kiitara
Matsuri ga hajimari hi wa mata kiete yuku fukai nageki no mori higurashi no naku…

In the deep forest of grief, the cicadas cry…

That day was a very sunny day, but I breathed in a cold wind
Time, in just a tiny instant, stopped its needle

one-way, that cannot return twice.
A lost child looks for a bright place.

People who change and people who desire so
Let me pass, and you come here

Someone cried; where is that sound? Please try peeking quietly, quietly
Good night, good children sleep and the awake children project hands
Is the pale moonlight from one tree? If you hear a lullaby on this path
Then the festival will start and the flames will vanish again; in the deep forest of grief, the cicadas cry…

Fearing those who are kind, and them giving screams
I wanted to cut away my hair and I closed my eyes

one-way, that cannot return twice.
A lost child looks for a bright place.

Whose name does your eyes that dye red call for?
Let me pass; it’ll be fun

The abandoned shadow casted on the shrine; surely, surely, that child doesn’t exist anymore
The day also has a sunset face of a demon, and with a childish smile, I wriggled my wings
If you cry about not having a face, not having a face on your figure reflected in the opposing mirror
Then the festival will start and the flames will vanish again; in the deep forest of grief, the cicadas cry…

Someone cried; where is that sound? Please try peeking quietly, quietly
Good night, good children sleep and the awake children project hands
Is the pale moonlight from one tree? If you hear a lullaby on this path
Then the festival will start and the flames will vanish again; in the deep forest of grief, the cicadas cry…