Stroll Tune (Bura Bura Bushi)
Flys out and cuts across, - the shadow of the cat
The skin of the lazy cold sweaty face
Wasn’t it an electric wire making noise?
“It looks stupid ”, - the voice of crow
Unexpectedly cold winds, which seem carry away my feet,
blew through the scenery of my soul as if quite empty
When I sing a song
It dies away into the sky
I don’t get on - and watch the train I was waiting for pass
When I take my glasses off, I disappear too.
Suddenly heat and haze appear
and set fire to the setting sun and clouds, which just look painted
Here and there, Strolling
Wandering, Loitering, and Strolling
I laugh softly
The tears dry out
I wonder what and how I’ve done
Clear sky through the flowers
I feel uneasy when I think of tomorrow
However, the world is always locked together.
Engrave ! to passing spring and coming spring
With falling petals in the winds
With a blooming soul in you