Paroles et traduction Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra feat. Takuma (10-FEET) - Samurai Dreamers

Samurai Dreamers

Higashi no hō nishi no hō wazuka ni mune ga sawagu kazakami no hō
Kyōsō kyōzon kyōsōkyoku no kōsō ga bōsō shi ta kōzō
Doko e mo iki taku nai koto aru hi doko ka e iki taku naru koto
Onaji koto, demo mie naku naru no wa
Hito no me no kagami utsuri komu kara
Donna mon da konna mon da to omoe ba
Subete wa kitto sonna mon da
Sutta mon da mo nai tte, hora,
Mondai mo nai, dakedo nani ni mo nai
Sae naku te
Kitto mie naku te
Sono mukō e ike
One Way Punk!
Konna mon da to omoe ba
Kitto soko de owaru dake no jinsei
Sabireruna wa yo
ōkesutora, etosetora
Fujōri ni aragau warera ga paradaisu
Aribai, nareai, shinken de kiriau sutoikku na samurai
Shōjin, mōsō, tōshin dai, kōjōshin, zassō tamashī
Kokoro hiraka ne ba kanawa nai
Rasen o tachikiru mind of war.
Manabi o. Wanna be more! de clime on!
Kaze o narashi te kie te shimai sō na yoru
Ochi te ki sō na sora to mabataki, yūnagi to ame
Garasu zaiku no sōmei sa to kamotsu ressha
Todoroku sora no shanderia mitsukedasu hiraishin no eria
Nemuri mure nai nijimi mo yume magai mo
Unomi ni shi te wa yurari yura

Samurai Dreamers

East or west, my heart slightly stirred by the gusty wind
Competitive spirit, a fighting anthem's impulse inflamed, my composition began to run wild
Sometimes I don't want to go anywhere, but then one day I'm eager to go somewhere
The same thing, yet it becomes invisible
Because it's reflected in the mirror of people's eyes
When you think about it, what kind of thing, what kind of thing is it?
Everything is surely such a thing
It's not a complete mystery, see,
There are no problems, but there's also nothing else
And even that's not enough
Surely it becomes invisible
Go beyond that
One Way Punk!
When you think about it like this
Surely your life will end right there
Don't get rusty
Orchestra, etcetera
Our paradise is defying the irregular
A stoic samurai battling against flattery and familiarity
Concentration, vision, fighting spirit, ambition, a soul of mixed grass
If you don't open your heart, it won't be possible
Cut through the spiral, mind of war.
Learn. Wanna be more! So climb on!
The night when the wind howls and seems to be about to vanish
The sky that seems to be falling, blinking, drizzle and rain
The transparency of stained glass and a freight train
The area of flashiness that finds a chandelier in the thunderous sky
Neither blurredness that prevents sleep nor dreams
When you swallow them whole, you sway and rock