RADWIMPS - Yumemizuki Ni Nani Omou (夢見月に何想ふ; What Will You Be Thinking In March?) 歌詞 (lyrics)

Itsuka no 'wasurecha itai' boku mo
'Nande I chatta nda' no boku mo
Sukikirai toka janai kurai boku o medete kureta mitai
Naita waratta sakenda sono" ima" no rensa ga bokunara
Guzen no ue ni ikite kita soshite 'ima' no boku ni aetanara

Kanashimi yo
Kurushimi yo
Itami yo kimochiyo-sa yo
Arigatou

Waka karishi koro ni modori tama futo gan wan kimi no oroka-sa ni
Ima made no subete no kotoba to deai wa onore o hajite toki o norou

Itsuka no ao sugita yume mo kisetsu wa oshiete kureyou
Futatabi deatta toki ni mimau sono-iro wa chigaedo
Anata o mite iru nda
Ano hino wakaki shirabe wa
Watashi o urayamu anata ga furikaetta toki ni ieru yō
'Matte iru' to

Omoidaseta sono kotoba dake de
Kazoekirenu monogatari dekite
Itsuka no basho ni itsu demo kaette yukeru nda yo ne
Ne

Dakara ne
Itsuka no ame mo
Koko ni furasu no
Ano hino yume mo

Koko ni utsusu no
Kimi to no are mo
Kidzukeba hora
Kimi wa waratteru

Mukashi o oshin demo
Saki o uran demo
Sono subete ga mō
Ima no kimina no

Wasuretai kimi mo
Wasuretakunai kimi mo
Tsukutte kita no
Ima no kimi o

Kioku ni aru boku
Omoide ni nai boku
Sono subete wa ne
Boku o shi teru no

Irodzuite iku no
Hitotsu ni natta no
Sore ga kimina no
(Kanashimi yo kurushimi yo yorokobi yo hakana
Sayo aishi-sa yo munashi-sa yo itami yo)

Waka karishi koro ni modori tama futo negatte
Sore kanatte
Kisetsu wa nani omou?
Tsugi kimi wa nani o kou?
Toki wa ikari kimi o norou

Itsuka no
Itsuka no ao sugita yume mo
Kisetsu wa oshiete kureyou
Futatabi deatta toki ni mimau sono-iro wa chigaedo

Anata o shitte iru nda
Anata ga suteta takusan no anata
Watashi wa dokoni mo ikanai
Anata no naka ni kidzuite kureru no
'Matte iru yo'

The me of one day who thinks "I want to forget everything" and the me who says "What am I saying"
Will seem like they're loved – not really liked or hated

I cried, I laughed, I screamed
If the chains of "the present" were to be me
Living upon coincidence, and if it could meet the "present" me
To sadness, suffering, pain and pleasantness, thank you

If I could go back to my youth, and hope for your stupidity
All these words and meetings up till now are my shames and I'll curse time

Along with the overly immature dreams of sometime
Seasons, please teach us
At the time when we meet again, the colours of the visit will change

I was looking at you
The young Veitch's silver fir of that day
You whom I was envying
Could say while turning back
"I'll wait for you"

Thinking back, it was only those words that produced countless stories
No matter when or where, it will always be able to go back

So
The rain of someday will also fall here
The dream of that day will also present itself here
If you and that thing also get discovered by chance
See, you're laughing

Even if you can't bear to leave the past
Even if you hate the future
All that has already
Turned into the present you

The you who wants to forget and the you who doesn't want to forget
Have made up the present you
The me who is in memories
The me who isn't in memories
I know all that
Putting colour on it, letting it become one, it was all you

(Sadness Suffering Happiness Fantasy Loving Emptiness Pain)

Wishing that I could go back to my youth: If that were to come true
What would the season think? Next, what would you request?
Time is angered; it curses you

Sometime
Along with the overly immature dreams of sometime
Seasons, please teach us
At the time when we meet again, the colours of the visit will change

I understood you
You who threw away many things
I won't go anywhere, just inside you
Will you realize?
"I'll wait for you"