Senin, 26 Desember 2016

alan - "Ashita e no Sanka"

daichi ni kizanda aioi no
koe naki koe suru doukoku wo

sono chiisana te ni wa gin-iro no oke
kumiirete mo koboreochiteku

konna seijuku shita tadashii sekai de
ai wo tsugeru kisetsu mo nai no nara

utae
yasashisa to wa nisemonotachi e
odore
hateshinai sora tokoshie no inori

sono kuroi mizu ni wa musuu no hae ga
iiwake nado imi mo nai

owaranai yoru wa nai no dakara to
dare ga itta ka kuchibue wo fuku ima

sakebe
fukanou to wa aozameta hane
todoke
moeru yuuhi e
ashita e no sanka

adokenai yubi hiraite wa
aisuru hito yo ima izuko

"Hymn For Tomorrow"

Voiceless wails
Grow together in the earth

The silver bucket in my tiny hands
Is overflowing

There's no one season to declare my love
In such a wise and righteous world

Sing
Of kindness to the frauds
Dance
An eternal prayer to the endless sky

There are countless flies on the black water
There's no reason or meaning for it

I'll whistle now to ask who told me
There was no such thing as an endless night

Shout
The impossible to faded wings
Carry
The hymn for tomorrow
To the burning sunset

Innocent fingers open up
My love, where are you now?

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Alan Ashita e no sanka

alan - "Ashita e no Sanka"

daichi ni kizanda aioi no
koe naki koe suru doukoku wo

sono chiisana te ni wa gin-iro no oke
kumiirete mo koboreochiteku

konna seijuku shita tadashii sekai de
ai wo tsugeru kisetsu mo nai no nara

utae
yasashisa to wa nisemonotachi e
odore
hateshinai sora tokoshie no inori

sono kuroi mizu ni wa musuu no hae ga
iiwake nado imi mo nai

owaranai yoru wa nai no dakara to
dare ga itta ka kuchibue wo fuku ima

sakebe
fukanou to wa aozameta hane
todoke
moeru yuuhi e
ashita e no sanka

adokenai yubi hiraite wa
aisuru hito yo ima izuko

"Hymn For Tomorrow"

Voiceless wails
Grow together in the earth

The silver bucket in my tiny hands
Is overflowing

There's no one season to declare my love
In such a wise and righteous world

Sing
Of kindness to the frauds
Dance
An eternal prayer to the endless sky

There are countless flies on the black water
There's no reason or meaning for it

I'll whistle now to ask who told me
There was no such thing as an endless night

Shout
The impossible to faded wings
Carry
The hymn for tomorrow
To the burning sunset

Innocent fingers open up
My love, where are you now?

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