Paroles et traduction Uchikubigokumondoukoukai - usinawaresi heiwa na haru no hi yo

usinawaresi heiwa na haru no hi yo

オーマイガー マイガー
春は春はあけぼの ようようYO
鼻がつらいよう クシャミうざいよう
目がもうかゆいかゆい それかふんかふん
あー目薬きいてる気がしない
あーマスクで防げる気がしない

どうしてこうもツラいだろう もはや花粉が憎いだろう
天を仰いで祈りを捧ぐ 花粉なんて無くなればいいのに

焼き払え 檜の山を 薙ぎ払え 杉の木の丘を
涙の日々に終止符を 再び平和な春の日を

埋め尽くせ カモガヤの原を 消し飛ばせ ブタクサの種を
我らの目鼻に安らぎを 掴み取れ安寧の日々を
平和をこの手に

おまえら 目がかゆいのか 鼻水が出るか
くしゃみつらいか 花粉症なのか
杉が憎いか 檜が嫌か
そいつが敵か 本当にそいつが敵なのか

鼻かめど 鼻かめど 我がくしゃみ楽にならざり ぢっと堪え抜く
なぜ なぜ そもそも そもそも
花粉ごときで我が身は こうも蝕まれゆくのか

なんでそんなに杉増えたの なんでそれで病気になるの
いかに悩めど答えはひとつ 花粉なんて滅びればいいのに

焼き払え 檜の山を 薙ぎ払え 杉の木の丘を
涙の日々に終止符を 再び平和な春の日を

埋め尽くせ カモガヤの原を 消し飛ばせ ブタクサの種を
我らの目鼻に安らぎを 掴み取れるのか 本当に

憎むべきは 檜の山か 仇敵は 杉の木の丘か
涙の日々は終わるのか 失われし平和な春の日よ

忌むべきは過ぎし日の罪か 苦しみは然るべき罰か
我らの未来に救いあれ 再び平和な春の日を
平和をこの手に 勝利を我が手に

usinawaresi heiwa na haru no hi yo

OMG My Dear
Spring has sprung early, just as they say
My nose is stuffy, sneezes won't stay away
My eyes are so itchy, I could scratch them all day
Antihistamines provide no relief
And masks can't provide me belief

Why must I suffer so? I hate this pollen flow
I pray to the heavens above, make the pollen go

Burn down the cedar forests, cut down every pine
Put an end to these watery eyes and this runny nose of mine

Fill in the fields with grass, destroy every weed
Soothe my eyes and nose, give me peace indeed
Peace in these hands I hold

Are your eyes irritated? Is your nose running?
Are you sneezing uncontrollably, suffering from hay fever's cunning?
Do you despise cedar and pine?
Are they truly your enemy, or is there more to the story behind?

I blow my nose until it's raw, but the sneezing won't recede
I endure, but why? Why indeed?
Why does mere pollen make me feel so weak?

How did these trees grow so tall? Why do they make me so ill?
No matter how I ponder, there's only one answer: pollen is the root of all evil

Burn down the cedar forests, cut down every pine
Put an end to these watery eyes and this runny nose of mine

Fill in the fields with grass, destroy every weed
Can I find solace for my eyes and nose? Will I ever be free indeed?

Should I blame the cedar forests? Are the pine trees my foe?
Will these days of misery ever end? Will I ever see a peaceful spring, as it was long ago?

Am I being punished for past sins? Is my suffering just?
I pray for salvation, for a future free from this pollen-induced pain
Peace in these hands I hold, victory is my aim