昊飛ぶ郵便屋さん || The Flying Postman

歌詞

眞赤な帽子が未だ奇麗な新参者です
鳥渡ばかりの手紙と荷を届けます
てな具合で今日も奔り聲を報せやうか
裏路 近路 渾ての路は何とやらだ
モガの彼奴も通りすがりの簦屋も　花売る彼の子の處だって

リンと鳴らしてひとつ飛び！　キヤラメル齧り亦、昊へ
迷って廻って日が昏て　家路識れず

「テ」に似た印が未だ煌めく働き者です
其れ相応だけの手紙と荷を届けます
てな具合で今日も奔り聲を報せやうか
路地裡の卜者　ドレス纏った貴婦人も
怪し説教　逃路絶たれ敢無く　ポケツト探ればほうら

参佰米だつてひとつ飛び！　キヤラメル齧り亦、昊へ
些し怖くて厭になる日も在るけれど

何處かの誰かが明日嗤ふやうにと
詰り其れが妾の意味

眞赤な帽子が好く似合ふと評判物です
寒さにも敗けずに何だって届けます
てな具合で今日も奔り聲を報せやうか
ヲンナルポライタア　無愛想面の執事にも
深ひ霧を抜け階段昇る先には　未だ見ぬ世界が竢つてゐるんだ

凛と構へてひとつ飛び！　遣らねば誰が往けるのか
竦んで震へて戸惑つても進むのさ

今日の自分を追掛けて　光に向つて亦、昊へ
辷つて転んで躓ひたつて嗤ふのさ

Romanisation

makka na boushi ga mada kirei na shinsan mono desu
chotto bakari no tegami to ni wo todokemasu
te na guai de kyou mo hashiri koe wo shiraseyou ka
uramichi chikamichi subete no michi wa nanto yara da
moga no aitsu mo toori sugari no kasa-ya mo hana uru ano ko no doko datte

rin to narashite hito tobi! kyarameru kajiri mata, sora e
mayotte mawatte hi ga kurete ieji shirezu

‘te’ ni nita shirushi ga mada kirameku hataraki mono desu
sore souou dake no tegami to ni wo todokemasu
te na guai de kyou mo hashiri koe wo shiraseyou ka
rojiura no bokusha doresu matotta kifujin mo
ayashi sekkyou nigemichi tatare aenaku poketto sagureba hora

sanbyaku meetoru datte hito tobi! kyarameru kajiri mata, sora e
sukoshi kowakute iya ni naru hi mo aru keredo

dokoka no dareka ga ashita warau you ni to
tsumari sore ga watashi no imi

makka na boushi ga yoku niau to hyouban mono desu
samusa ni mo makezu ni nan datte todokemasu
te na guai de kyou mo hashiri koe wo shiraseyou ka
onna ruporaitaa buaisouzora no shitsuji ni mo
fukai kiri wo nuke kaidan noboru saki ni wa mada minu sekai ga matte iru nda

rin to kamaete hito tobi! yaraneba dare ga ikeru no ka
sukunde furuete tomadotte mo susumu no sa

kyou no jibun wo oikakete hikari ni mukatte mata, sora e
subete koronde tsumazuitatte warau no sa

Translation

I’m a newbie, whose cap is still bright red.
I can deliver just a few letters and goods.
In that state, shall I run around today informing the people, too?
Back roads, shortcuts… all roads are, well, you know!
Even where the modern girl, the passing parasol salesman, or that girl who sells flowers are.

The bell chimes and I fly off! Munching at a caramel, I head for the sky.
I wander and spin. The sun sets. I don’t know the way home.

I’m a hard worker, and my T-shaped mark is still shining. (1)
I can only deliver suitable letters and goods.
In that state, shall I run around today informing the people, too?
The fortune-teller in the back alley and the lady in her dress, too,
Lecture me for being suspicious. How sad, I’ve lost my way out! But when I probed around in my pocket… look!

I’ll fly even 300 metres in one go! Munching at a caramel, I head for the sky
Though there are days when I get a bit scared and feel unpleasant.

So someone, somewhere, can smile tomorrow…
That’s basically my purpose!

I’m famous – they say my bright red cap suits me well.
I can deliver anything! I won’t lose to even the cold.
In that state, shall I run around today informing the people, too?
From the female reporter to the blunt-faced butler…
I escape the fog, and after climbing the staircase, an unseen world is waiting for me.

I put on a dignified pose and fly off! If I don’t do it, who can?
Even if I cower, shake, or am hesitant… I’ll move forward!

Chasing after myself from today, I face the light and head to the sky.
Though I slip, fall, and stumble, I smile!