春のざわめき || The Murmuring of Spring

歌詞

春の夜の刹那　例えられない歓び
香る花を照らす　月の光だわ

夕凪染める唄も　いつしか薄れていく
誰もいない広場 想いに耽るの

Dream on Dream
心浸す　甘い夜風だわ
Shooting Star
願いの言葉　三回唱えるの　そんなおまじない

春は眠たい季節 そこかしこ鳥の声
昨夜の雨の中で　花は散ったかしら？

遥か遠い世界　華やぎの都へと
舟は帆を揺らして　空に消えていく

どこか妖しい気配 　山と川のざわめき
時が過ぎる中で　揺れてる儚さ

不思議　何か変なの　幽かな声　聞こえる
小さな　胸騒ぎに　想いはふるえた

Rainbow beam
手を伸ばして掴みたい宝石
Fly away
この空の果て　目を疑うような　奇蹟も起こる

空気が目覚める季節　啼きやまない鳥たち
朝の柔らかさは　雫の花びら

何を探してるの？ どこへ向かう旅なの？
舟は帆を揺らして　空に消えていく

明日を　追い翔けて　翼は羽ばたく

Romanisation

haru no yoru no setsuna tatoerarenai yorokobi
kaoru hana o terasu tsuki no hikari da wa

yuunagi someru uta mo itsu shika usurete iku
dare mo inai hiroba omoi ni fukeru no

dream on dream
kokoro hitasu amai yokaze da wa
shooting star
negai no kotoba sankai tonaeru no sonna omajinai

haru wa nemutai kisetsu soko kashiko tori no koe
yuube no ame no naka de hana wa chitta kashira

haruka tooi sekai hanayagi no miyako e to
fune wa ho o yurashite sora ni kiete iku

dokoka ayashii kehai yama to kawa no zawameki
toki ga sugiru naka de yureteru hakanasa

fushigi nanika hen na no kasuka na koe kikoeru
chiisana munasawagi ni omoi wa furueta

rainbow beam
te o nobashite tsukamitai houseki
fly away
kono sora no hate me o utagau you na kiseki mo okoru

kuki ga mezameru kisetsu naki yamanai tori-tachi
asa no yawarakasa wa shizuku no hanabira

nani o sagashiteru no? doko e mukau tabi na no?
fune wa ho o yurashite sora ni kiete iku

asu o oi kakete tsubasa wa habataku

Translation

During a moment in a spring night, I feel an incomparable joy.
It’s from the light of the moon, which illuminates the fragrant flowers.

Even this song, which colours the evening calm, will someday fade.
In an empty plaza, I give myself up to my imagination.

Dream on Dream.
The sweet night breeze soaks my heart.
Shooting Star.
I’ll chant my wish three times. That’s the charm.

Spring is the season of drowsiness. Birdsong is all around.
Did the blossoms fall in last night’s rain?

Travelling to a distant, distant world, to the brilliant metropolis,
the ship’s sail swings and vanishes into the sky.

There’s a somewhat mysterious presence. It is the murmuring of the mountain and river.
It is wavering transience in the passage of time.

How mysterious. Something is strange. I can hear a faint voice.
My feelings quivered in the face of my slight unease.

Rainbow beam.
I want to reach out and grab that jewel.
Fly away.
Unbelievable miracles will happen, too, at the edge of the sky.

This is the season where the air awakens. The birds don’t stop chirping.
The tenderness of the morning is a drop on the petals.

What is it searching for? Where is it journeying to?
The ship’s sail swings and vanishes into the sky.

Chasing after tomorrow, I flap my wings.