CHILD
MOTHER
TEREBI
wa ne sunaarashi desu mado wa amemoyou de
On
TV there’s a sandstorm, and on the windows there’s rain
mimi
zawari ni naiteiru no kakikesareta
the
tears was erasing me
yuka
ni nage tobashite shimatta isu mo keri taoshita
I
kick the chair and trow everything down
chira
katta heya ni motarete hakkyou shiteta
In
this messy room I was leaned to madness
konna
hazujana katta no nakatta
Things
shouldn’t be like this
dareka
oshiete dareka tasukete
someone
answer me, someone help me
chirakatta
OMOCHA no heya de yurikago ni oyasumi
In
a messy toy room, good night is given to the cradle.
otona
ni narenai kodomo wa kodomo na mama
I
can’t become an adult, children stay like children
BOROBORO
de shita ookiku naite naite
It
was terrible, cried, cried a lot
idaki
agerareta umaretate no MAZA
I
embraced the mother who had just been born
TEREBI
wa ne sunaarashi desu kurai heya terashita
A
sandstorm on TV illuminated the dark room
suikomarete
shimai mashita sunadokei ni
and
sucked us into an hourglass