口笛 Originally Performed By Mr.Children - Orgel Sound J-Pop Übersetzung ins Englische

口笛 Originally Performed By Mr.Children

頼り無く二つ並んだ
不揃いの影が
北風に揺れながら延びてく

凸凹のまま膨らんだ君への想いは
この胸のほころびから顔を出した

口笛を遠く
永遠に祈る様に遠く
響かせるよ
言葉より確かなものに
ほら 届きそうな気がしてんだ

さあ 手を繋いで 僕らの現在が
途切れない様に
その香り その身体
その全てで僕は生き返る
夢を摘むんで帰る畦道
立ち止まったまま
そしてどんな場面も
二人なら笑えますように
無造作にさげた鞄に
タネが詰まっていて
手品の様 ひねた僕を笑わせるよ
形あるものは次第に
姿を消すけれど
君がくれた
この温もりは消せないさ

いつもは素通りしてたベンチに座り
見渡せば
よどんだ街の景色さえ
ごらん 愛しさに満ちてる

ああ 雨上がりの遠くの空に
虹が架かったなら
戸惑いや 不安など
簡単に吹き飛ばせそうなのに
乾いた風に口笛は
澄み渡ってゆく
まるで世界中を優しく
包み込むように

子供の頃に
夢中で探してたものが
ほら 今 目の前で手を広げている
怖がらないで
踏み出しておいで

さあ 手を繋いで
僕らの現在が途切れない様に
その香り その身体
その全てで僕は生き返る
夢を摘むんで帰る畦道
立ち止まったまま
そしてどんな場面も
二人で笑いながら
優しく響く
あの口笛のように

Whistle Originally Performed By Mr.Children

Two unreliable shadows stand side by side,
Uneven and swaying,
Stretching out in the north wind.

My feelings for you, bulging unevenly,
Peek out from the unraveling of my heart.

A whistle, far away,
Eternally praying, far away,
Echoes.
Into something more certain than words,
Look, it feels like it's reaching you.

Come, let's hold hands, so our present
Doesn't break,
Your scent, your body,
With all of it, I come back to life.
On the path home, picking dreams,
We stand still,
And no matter the scene,
So we can laugh together,
In the carelessly slung bag,
Seeds are packed,
Like magic, they make my cynical self laugh.
Everything with form gradually
Disappears, but
This warmth you gave me
Cannot be erased.

Sitting on a bench I usually pass by,
Looking around,
Even the stagnant cityscape,
Look, it's filled with love.

Ah, if a rainbow were to appear
In the distant sky after the rain,
Confusion and anxiety
Could be easily blown away, but
The whistle in the dry wind
Clears up,
As if gently
Embracing the whole world.

What I was searching for so eagerly
As a child,
Look, it's right in front of me now, with open arms.
Don't be afraid,
Step forward.

Come, let's hold hands,
So our present doesn't break,
Your scent, your body,
With all of it, I come back to life.
On the path home, picking dreams,
We stand still,
And no matter the scene,
Laughing together,
Like that gentle whistle,
Echoing.