O Grande Amor
Love’s Greatness
Vocals: capo
Lyrics: capo
Arranged by: Tim Vegas
Album: アンチェインドメロディ (Unchained Melody) (Official site)
Circle: 発熱巫女～ず (Hatsunetsumiko’s)
Event: C76
Original theme: Faint Dream ~ Inanimate Dream [幽夢 ～ Inanimate Dream]
Requested by: Roboscape
I didn’t realise Hatsunetsumiko’s has been around for so long – this album was released in 2009! But then, looking back, I became a Touhou fan pretty soon after UFO was released… so I’ve been a fan for as long as this album has been out >_>
I don’t know if this song is based on it, but there’s a famous bossa nova song with the same name. You can have a read of the lyrics here.
Romanisation
azayaka na yuuwaku amaku urete yuku kajitsu
koboreochite yuku shikisai wa
wazuka na yume utsushidasu
komorebi abite chirakaru hikari to kage ni
sarige naku yurete natsukusa wa
yasashii uta tsumugidasu
mabataki wo wasurete yume ni motare
madoromi no naka ni sotto aa tayutau negai
te wo nobaseba tooku kuu wo tsukamu
shiawase na hibi wa kitto aa
koko ni aru no yo… eien ni…
yami ni furu yuutsu tameiki no riyuu wo fuyasu
urei wo matotta ameagari
kowai hodo ni utsukushiku
yotsuyu ni nurete chirakaru tsuki no hikari ni
iyasare kagayaku kasumisou
yasashii uta tsumugudasu
itsu no hi ka kare yuku mugen no hana
kono mama tsubomi no naka de aa nemuritai no
te wo nobaseba tooku kuu wo tsukamu
shiawase na hibi wa kitto aa
koko ni aru no yo… eien ni…
Translation
Deft seduction. A fruit, which begins to ripen sweetly.
The overflowing colours
Depict a slither of a dream.
The summer grass bathes in the sun filtering through the trees.
In the scattered light and shade, it casually sways,
Spinning a tender song…
I forget to blink, and I lean upon my dreams.
Aah… my desires softly sway back and forth as I doze off.
If I reach out my hands and grasp at the air, far away,
Then happy days will surely, aah…
Be here, forever…
My melancholy, which rains down in the darkness, increases my reasons for sighing…
That time after the rain was clad in sorrow –
It is as beautiful as it is frightening.
The gypsophilia, wet with the evening dew, sparkle,
Healed by the scattered moonlight.
They spin a tender song…
The flowers of fantasy will someday wither.
Aah, I want to sleep inside their buds, just like this…
If I reach out my hands and grasp at the air, far away,
Then happy days will surely, aah…
Be here, forever…
Releska 
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