02-07-2011, 06:11 AM
Buck-Tick - Dress
(original)
(original)
kagami no mae de kimi to madoromu
usubeni no yubisaki
sono te wa fui ni yowasa o misete
kuchibiru o fusaida
ano hi kimi to yakusoku o kawashita
ima wa futari omoidasezu ni
taikutsu na uta ni mimi o katamuke
mado no soto mitsumeru
boku wa doresu o matoi odottemiseyou
kurutteru kai oshiete
itsuka kaze ni sarawarete yuku darou
ima wa futari omoidasezu
ooh
boku wa naze
kaze no youni
kumo no youni
ano sora e to ukabu
hane ga nai naze
hoshi no youni
tsuki no youni
subete tsutsumu
ano yoru e to shizumu
hane ga nai
aah
wasurenaide ai afureta ano hibi
kimi no kao mo omoidasezu ni
itsuka kaze ni kaki kesarete yuku darou
ima wa futari omoidasezu
ooh
boku wa naze
kaze no youni
kumo no youni
ano sora e to ukabu
hane ga nai naze
hoshi no youni
tsuki no youni
subete tsutsumu
ano yoru e to shizumu
hane ga nai
aah
boku wa naze
kaze no youni
kumo no youni
ano sora e to ukabu
hane ga nai naze
kono ai mo
kono kizu mo
natsukashii
ima wa itoshikute
itami dasu aan...
English
[align=center]I dozed off with you in front of the mirror, with light crimson fingertips
Your hand suddenly shows me my weaknesses, and closes my lips
On that day, we made a promise to each other
Now, neither of us can remember it
I listen to a boring song, and stare out the window
You show me yourself dancing, and I follow your dress with my eyes; what are you aiming for? Tell me
One day, I'll probably be carried off by the wind
Now, neither of us can remember it
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
Why am I not like the stars, like the moon, enveloped by everything; why are there no feathers that
sink down into the night
Don't forget those days that overflowed with love
I can't remember your face
One day, the wind will erase it
Now, neither of us can remember it
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
Why am I not like the stars, like the moon, enveloped by everything; why are there no feathers that
sink down into the night
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
This love and these wounds are nostalgic; now they start to hurt with love, ah
usubeni no yubisaki
sono te wa fui ni yowasa o misete
kuchibiru o fusaida
ano hi kimi to yakusoku o kawashita
ima wa futari omoidasezu ni
taikutsu na uta ni mimi o katamuke
mado no soto mitsumeru
boku wa doresu o matoi odottemiseyou
kurutteru kai oshiete
itsuka kaze ni sarawarete yuku darou
ima wa futari omoidasezu
ooh
boku wa naze
kaze no youni
kumo no youni
ano sora e to ukabu
hane ga nai naze
hoshi no youni
tsuki no youni
subete tsutsumu
ano yoru e to shizumu
hane ga nai
aah
wasurenaide ai afureta ano hibi
kimi no kao mo omoidasezu ni
itsuka kaze ni kaki kesarete yuku darou
ima wa futari omoidasezu
ooh
boku wa naze
kaze no youni
kumo no youni
ano sora e to ukabu
hane ga nai naze
hoshi no youni
tsuki no youni
subete tsutsumu
ano yoru e to shizumu
hane ga nai
aah
boku wa naze
kaze no youni
kumo no youni
ano sora e to ukabu
hane ga nai naze
kono ai mo
kono kizu mo
natsukashii
ima wa itoshikute
itami dasu aan...
English
[align=center]I dozed off with you in front of the mirror, with light crimson fingertips
Your hand suddenly shows me my weaknesses, and closes my lips
On that day, we made a promise to each other
Now, neither of us can remember it
I listen to a boring song, and stare out the window
You show me yourself dancing, and I follow your dress with my eyes; what are you aiming for? Tell me
One day, I'll probably be carried off by the wind
Now, neither of us can remember it
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
Why am I not like the stars, like the moon, enveloped by everything; why are there no feathers that
sink down into the night
Don't forget those days that overflowed with love
I can't remember your face
One day, the wind will erase it
Now, neither of us can remember it
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
Why am I not like the stars, like the moon, enveloped by everything; why are there no feathers that
sink down into the night
Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky
This love and these wounds are nostalgic; now they start to hurt with love, ah