Akeboshi
Текст песни Haikyono Sofa

Koko wa ame no machi katsute wa sakaeta densetsu no minatomachi
Ima de wa haikyo ga tachinarabi kozeni wo segamu mono ga afure

Hadairo chigau gakusei ga kurasu ikken no ie ni
Sumitsuite hantoshi bakari tatta aru ame no hi
Shitsukoi kane no oto ni okosare aruita
Ijidatami no toori de futari wo mitsukeru

Walking in the rain I've been told today
never wanna see you again.
I feel like I'm still wet in this tiny room
why should I pretend to be high.
I walk to Green Fish to listen to the sound of silence.
A man who plays the harp gently shakes my hand
and he leads me in to the story of him.

Kikitai kyoku mo mitsukarazu mukatta saki wa machihazure no cafe
SUUPU no nioi ni KERUTO no neiro ni hieta boku no kokoro wa tokedasu
Marumi wo obita HAABU hiki no roujin no hanashi ni nando sukuwareru no darou
TEEBURU no ue no shinbun no midashi ga nanto naku soto wo utsushidasu kedo

I see you shouting and yelling and struggling
But I can't hear your voice
I see you shouting and yelling and struggling
But I can't feel the same

Koko wa ame no machi katsute wa sakaeta densetsu no ishi no machi
Ima de wa haikyo ga tachinarabi kozeni wo segamu mono ga afure
Moshimo kami ga iru naraba kono chi ni sugata wo misena yo

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(english lyrics)
This rainy town here prospered before the legend of the port city
Nowadays ruins stand in a line, overflowing people pestering with small coins

A student of different colored skin spends time in their house
They settled down and half a year just passes by on a rainy day
A persistent toll of a bell stops them up from their walk
They pass by stone paving and come across a couple

Walking in the rain I've been told today
never wanna see you again.
I feel like I'm still wet in this tiny room
why should I pretend to be high.
I walk to Green Fish to listen to the sound of silence.
A man who plays the harp gently shakes my hand
and he leads me in to the story of him.

I want to listen to song too, without being found in a caf? that previously faced opposite the outskirts of town
The smell of soup and the timbre of a celt and my cold heart begins to melt
An old person's story of repellence with rounded herbs, how many times will I probably be saved?
The newspaper heading lays on top of the table and for some reason the outside reflects

I see you shouting and yelling and struggling
But I can't hear your voice
I see you shouting and yelling and struggling
But I can't feel the same

The rainy town here prospered before the legend of the stone streets
Nowadays ruins stand in a line, overflowing people pestering with small coins
If in case God exist, then this place's figure will appear.