ガゼット BARETTA LYRICS

 
"Ameni nureteiru himawaritachiwa hutarino tsugiwo negatte
mimamoruyouni... odayakana kaode yasashiku saite kuruhiwo matsu"

Mizutamariwo nozoki kimiwo ukabe imamo sobani kanjiteiruyo
Surechigau nakade kimiwo shikatta tega imademo itai

Kimiwo tsureteiku shizukesaga miseta
Kouhukutowa yobenai soumatouwa kitto
seishino anohiwo wasuresasenaitame

Kikoeru sonokoeni yorisoeba tada natsukashisani tomadotteshimau
Sukoshizutsu tokekonde omoidashi anohiwo mata utsushite hishiito

"Ikanaide" tonegatta
Anohito onaji gogatsu owarino ameto sayonarawa
Nidomeno saikaiwo nurashi yurasuno
Soshite subetega yumedato bokuwo waraudarou

Hureau yubisakide kanjiau asueno huanwa kotobani naranai

Tada dakiaukotoyorimo kokoroni hibi odayakasugita saigono kotobani
"Wasurenaide" tonegatta
Anohito onji rokugatu hajimeno ameagarino sora
Nidomeno wakarewo tsugeta taiyou
Soshite subetega yumedato bokuwo waratta kakanna yumedato

Kimiga nokoshita "Barrette" womitsumete kyouwo ikiru

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Barretta (English)

"The wet sunflowers hope the future for the two of us.
They bloom kindly with calm faces, seaming to protect us, they are awaiting the coming day."

I remember you looking at the puddle, I still feel you by my side now.
The hand which scolded you, when we didn't understand each other well, still hurts.

The silence which took you showed me.
I can't call out to happiness, the revolving latern* won't let me forget the reposing day.

When I draw close to the voice, I hear and the yearning confused me.
Recall and reflect upon the little by little merging day.

"Don't go", I wished
The rain and separation at the end of May are the same as that day.
They wet and shake the second meeting.
And I will be laughed at because everything was a dream.

I can feel it when our fingertips touch, the fear of tomorrow won't become words
Rather than just embracing you, I wish that both our realities, existing in kour** hearts, will not disappear.
The days like dreams were only a few. Your last dying words are too calm and, "Please do not forget", so I hoped.
The sky after the rain at the beginning of June is the same as that day.
The sun said good-bye for a second time.
And it laughed at me because everything was a dream, a transient dream.

Today I'm living, staring at the "Barretta" which you left.