Mustang
いつわりはない 虚飾などない
Itsuwari wa nai kyoshoku nado nai
もともとはそんな風景画
Motomoto wa sonna fūkeiga
絵筆を使い描き立てる未来
Ebuseki wo tsukai egakitateru mirai
僕らが世界を汚す
Bokura ga sekai wo yogosu
彩りのない あまりに淡い
Irodori no nai amari ni awai
意識にはそんな情景が
Ishiki ni wa sonna jōkei ga
忘れられない いつかの誓い
Wasurerarenai itsuka no chikai
それらとだてて消える
Sorera todete kieru
頬を撫でるような霧雨もしっかりと日々を流す
Hoho wo naderu yōna kirame mo shikkari to hibi wo nagasu
君は誰だい
Kimi wa dare dai
ガリレオ ガリレイ
Garireo Garirei
誰も描けない風景画
Dare mo kakenai fūkeiga
何が正しい 何が悲しい
Nani ga tadashii nani ga kanashii
僕らが世界を汚す
Bokura ga sekai wo yogosu
いつわりはない 虚飾などない
Itsuwari wa nai kyoshoku nado nai
そんな冗談は言うまいが
Sonna jōdan wa iu mai ga
誰にも言えない いつかの誓い
Dare ni mo ienai itsuka no chikai
それだけが僕の誇り
Sore dake ga boku no hokori
鮮やかな君の面影も 僕は見失うかな
Azayaka na kimi no omokage mo boku wa miushinau kana
窓を叩くような泣き虫の露空が日々を流す
Mado wo tataku yōna nakimushi no tsuyuzora ga hibi wo nagasu
ああ 失くす何かを
Ā, nakusu nanika wo
ほら 喪失は今も口を開けて 僕を飲み込んで
Hora, sōshitsu wa ima mo kuchi wo akete boku wo nomikonde
浜辺で波が去った貝殻
Hamabe de nami ga satta kaigara
海の底には思いが降り積もっているんだ
Umi no soko ni wa omoi ga furitsumotte irunda
いつわりはない 虚飾などない
Itsuwari wa nai kyoshoku nado nai
もともとはそんな風景画
Motomoto wa sonna fūkeiga
忘れられない 君との誓い
Wasurerarenai kimi to no chikai
それだけが僕の誇り
Sore dake ga boku no hokori
心映すような五月雨も いつかは鳴きやむかな
Kokoro utsusu yōna satsukiame mo itsuka wa nakiyamu kana
頬を撫でるような霧雨がしっかりと日々を流す
Hoho wo naderu yōna kirame ga shikkari to hibi wo nagasu
Mustang
There are no lies, no pretense
Originally, it's such a landscape painting
Using a paintbrush to draw the future
We are the ones who dirty the world
Without color, too faint
In consciousness, such a scene
Unforgettable, a vow from the past
They disappear, separated from them
Like a mist that strokes the cheek, the drizzle flows through the days
Who are you
Galileo, Galilei
A landscape painting that no one can draw
What is right, what is sad
We are the ones who dirty the world
There are no lies, no pretense
I won't make such jokes
A vow from the past that I can't tell anyone
That alone is my pride
Will I lose sight of your vivid image
The tearful dewdrops that hit the window flow through the days
Ah, losing something
Look, loss is now opening its mouth, swallowing me
A seashell left after the waves recede on the beach
Thoughts pile up at the bottom of the sea
There are no lies, no pretense
Originally, it's such a landscape painting
Unforgettable, a vow with you
That alone is my pride
Like the May rain reflecting the heart, will it ever stop
Like a mist that strokes the cheek, it flows through the days
Escrita por: Takahiro Yamada / Masafumi Gotoh