
紫陽花の夢
ajisai no yume
A Dream of Hydrangea
Vocals: 久遠ゆん (Yun Kudou)
Lyrics: 尾崎空 (Sora Osaki)
Composed by: 尾崎空 (Sora Osaki)
Album: 紫宴妖々歌
Circle: Alieson
Event: M3-32
Requested by: JameOO
I’ve been thinking of a potential English translation of the album title… and I was thinking of something like “The Purple Banquet’s Bewitching Songs.” I still don’t know how to pronounce it, though…
The title begins with the number 參 (san, three). I originally posted the translation with the number included but have since taken it out.
歌詞
聞いて、あのね、
それは毒の花 香る花
でもね、あのね、咲かせたのは僕
決して食べないでね
赤や青や白や紫
咲かせます 森をぬけて
あちらこちら どこへでもいく
約束を果たします
それでも僕には姿がない
楽しくて 愉快だな
つぎは何になろうか 紫陽花の夢
聞いて、あのね、
それは丸い花 雨の花
でもね、あのね、誰も知らない
秘密の使命がある
涙落ちる事由のせいで
花の色は変わるんだ
青は嬉し 白は寂しい
紫は憎らしい
それでも僕には声も出ない
悲しくて 笑えるな
つぎは何になろうか
望めるものならば
僕には姿がない
楽しくて 苦しくて
咲き誇る紫陽花はまた色を持つ
一年にいちど許された
いのち 終わりがくるまで
Romanisation
kiite, ano ne,
sore wa doku no hana kaoru hana
demo ne, ano ne, sakaseta no wa boku
kesshite tabenaide ne
aka ya ao ya shiro ya murasaki
sakasemasu mori o nukete
achira kochira doko e demo iku
yakusoku o hatashimasu
sore demo boku ni wa sugata ga nai
tanoshikute yukai da na
tsugi wa nani ni narou ka ajisai no yume
kiite, ano ne,
sore wa marui hana ame no hana
demo ne, ano ne, dare mo shiranai
himitsu no shimei ga aru
namida ochiru jiyuu no sei de
hana no iro wa kawaru nda
ao wa ureshi shiro wa samishii
murasaki wa nikurashii
sore demo boku ni wa koe mo denai
kanashikute waraeru na
tsugi wa nani ni narou ka
nozomeru mono naraba
boku ni wa sugata ga nai
tanoshikute kurushikute
saki hokoru ajisai wa mata iro o motsu
ichinen ni ichido yurusareta
inochi owari ga kuru made
Translation
Listen, um,
it’s a poisonous flower, a fragrant flower.
But, well, I’m the one who made it bloom.
Make sure you don’t eat it, okay?
Red, blue, white, and purple.
I make them bloom and escape the forest.
Here and there, I go everywhere.
I’m fulfilling my promise.
Even so, I am formless.
It’s so fun and delightful.
What shall I be next in this dream of hydrangea?
Listen, well,
it’s a round flower, the flower of rain.
Still, um, nobody knows
that it has a secret mission.
The flower’s colour changes
because tears fall.
Blue is for happiness, white is for loneliness
and purple is for hatred.
Even so, I am voiceless.
I am sad, yet burst into laughter.
What shall I be next?
If I could wish for something…
I am formless.
It’s so fun and painful.
The hydrangea, in full bloom, has another colour.
It’s only allowed to bloom once a year
until its life comes to an end.
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