Paroles et traduction Hiroshi Kamayatsu - 我が良き友よ

我が良き友よ

下駄をならして奴がくる 腰に手ぬぐいぶらさげて
学生服にしみこんだ 男の臭いがやってくる
夢よ よき友よ おまえ今頃どの空の下で
俺とおんなじあの星みつめて何想う
可愛いあの娘に声かけられて 頬をそめてたうぶな奴
語り明かせば下宿屋の おばさん酒持ってやってくる
恋よ よき友よ 俺は今でもこの町に住んで
女房、子供に手を焼きながらも生きている
男らしさと人が言う おまえの顔が目に浮かぶ
力ずくだと言いながら 女郎屋通いを自慢する
夢よ よき友よ 時の流れをうらむじゃないぞ
男らしいはやさしいことだと言ってくれ
家庭教師のガラじゃない 金のためだと言いながら
子供相手に人の道 人生などを説く男
夢よ よき友よ 便りしたため探してみたけど
暑中見舞が返ってきたのは秋だった
古き時代と人が言う 今も昔と俺は言う
バンカラなどと口走る 古き言葉を悔みつつ
友と よき酒を 時を憂いて飲みあかしたい
今も昔もこの酒つげば心地よし
学生達が通りゆく あいつ程ではないにしろ
まじめなのさと言いたげに 肩で風切って飛んでゆく
友よ よき奴よ 今の暮らしにあきたら二人で
夢をかかえて旅でもしないかあの頃へ

My Dear Friend

My friend comes clattering in his wooden clogs, a hand towel hanging from his waist.
The smell of a man, ingrained in his student uniform, fills the air.
Dream, my dear friend, where are you now under the sky?
Just like me, do you gaze at the same stars and wonder?
That innocent boy, blushing as that lovely girl spoke to him.
As we talked the night away, the boarding house auntie would bring us sake.
Love, my dear friend, I still live in this town.
Stressed by my wife and kids, yet somehow getting by.
Your face, which they call manly, comes to my mind.
You'd say you went to the brothels "just for the experience", but with a boast in your voice.
Dream, my dear friend, don't resent the passage of time.
Tell me that being manly is the same as being kind.
You, the tutor, said you did it for the money, not because you liked it.
But you taught those kids about life and morality.
Dream, my dear friend, I wrote to you and searched for you,
But the summer greeting card I sent came back in the fall.
They say it's a bygone era, but I say it's the same as before.
Regretting those old-fashioned words, like "ban-kara".
Friend, I wish we could drink together, lamenting the times.
This sake still brings me comfort, just like it did back then.
Students pass by, not as spirited as he was,
But swaggering along as if to say, "We're serious."
Friend, my dear friend, if you're tired of your life,
Let's run away together, like we did when we were young.