Paroles et traduction Ko Shibasaki - invitation

invitation

うだるような地も静まり ほの暗い日の出まえ
いつもの通り道で待ち合わせ みんなでしよう
'夏だから'ボーダーか焼けた肌かワンピース
個性はないけれど可愛くてうらやましい

みんな前 見てるすきにギュッと手をひいて欲しいんだ

路面電車に乗り どこまで走り抜けよう？
どうせ海岸かそこらあたり
花火でもしましょう 手に持ってはいけないのに
振りまわし 気を引く
よくある構図がアツイ

去年の誕生日には黒いTシャツをくれた
わざと穴があいてる 袖をとおしてみようか
今年は'なにがいい?' したたか応えられず
見つめてくれていることに満足している

どこから恋になったのか... 痩せた身体を抱き締めて

懐しのラムネはハテナ味でも美味しい
甘いくせに潔くて好き
口の中であばれ弾けとぶ カプセルたち
なんにも出来ない 僕の気持ちの表れ

また みんなでこよう
きみなしでもへいき

たまに不健康に朝まで忘れるのもいいね
たまに健康的に朝思い出すのもいいよ

きっと電車に乗り 君だって来てくれるでしょう？
書き途中のCoolなInvitation
最高の音と生まれたこの日 利用する
歌い足りないだから
まだ帰らない

路面電車に乗り ひたすら揺られてみたら
「過ぎた夏の記憶」に収まる
もしかしたら僕ら最後かもしれないけど
頭の中ではずっと続いてゆく One time

invitation

In the stillness of the sweltering heat, before the dimly lit sunrise,
Let's meet up at our usual spot, as we always do.
'It's summer,' so maybe a tank top, or tanned skin, or a sundress,
Not particularly unique, but still cute and enviable.

While they're all looking forward, I'll quickly hold your hand,

Let's take the tram and see how far we can ride,
Probably just to the beach or somewhere around there.
Even though it's forbidden, let's play with fireworks,
Swinging them around, trying to get attention,
A familiar sight that sets my heart racing.

Last year, you gave me a black T-shirt for my birthday,
It had holes in it on purpose. Should I try putting it on?
This year, 'What do you want?' I couldn't give a clever reply,
Content just to gaze at you.

When did it turn into love? As I hold your slender frame,

Nostalgic Ramune, even the mystery flavor is delicious,
Sweet, yet refreshingly clean, that's what I like about it.
The bubbles dance and pop in my mouth, Capsules of my unspoken feelings.
Unable to do anything, they scatter and disappear.

Let's come back here again,
Even without you, I'll be fine.

Sometimes, it's nice to lose track of time until morning.
Sometimes, it's nice to remember in the morning, feeling refreshed.

I'm sure you'll come too, when I take the tram?
My unfinished Cool Invitation,
I'm going to use this special day and sound for the best song yet,
Because I can't sing enough.
I'm not going home yet.

If we just ride the tram, swaying back and forth,
We'll end up in a "Memory of a Summer Past."
This might be our last time together, but
In my mind, it will continue forever, One time.