Tori no Uta

Japán
kieru hikoukigumo bokutachi wa miokutta
mabushikute nigeta itsudatte yowakute
ano hi kara kawarazu
itsumademo kawarazu ni irarenakatta koto
kuyashikute yubi wo hanasu
 
ano tori wa mada umaku tobenai kedo
itsuka wa kaze wo kitte shiru
todokanai basho ga mada tooku ni aru
negai dake himete mitsumeteru
 
kodomotachi wa natsu no senro aruku
fuku kaze ni suashi wo sarashite
tooku ni wa osanakatta hibi wo
ryoute ni wa tobidatsu kibou wo
 
kieru hikoukigumo oikakete oikakete
kono oka wo koeta ano hi kara kawarazu itsumademo
massugu ni bokutachi wa aru youni
watatsumi no youna tsuyosa wo mamoreru yo kitto    
    
ano sora wo mawaru fuusha no hanetachi wa
itsumademo onaji yume miru
todokanai basho wo zutto mitsumeteru
negai wo himeta tori no yume wo
 
furikaeru yaketa senro oou
nyuudougumo katachi wo kaetemo
bokura wa oboete ite douka
kisetsu ga nokoshita kinou wo 
 
kieru hikoukigumo oikakete oikakete
hayasugiru aizu futari waraidashiteru itsumademo
massugu ni manazashi wa aru youni
ase ga nijindemo te wo hanasanai yo zutto
 
kieru hikoukigumo bokutachi wa miokutta
mabushikute nigeta itsudatte yowakute
ano hi kara kawarazu
itsumademo kawarazu ni irarenakatta koto
kuyashikute yubi wo hanasu 

 
 
 

Angol
    We watched the plane depart, its vapor trial fading behind.
    I ran away because it was dazzling. I was always weak
    and the fact that I was forever changing ever since that day
    left me frustrated and I removed my finger.
 
    That bird can't fly well yet,
    but it will know some day when it feels the wind,
    that there is a place it can't reach off in the distance.
    It is just looking at it having a wish inside now.
 
    The children walk on the railway in summer,
    exposing their bare feet to the blowing wind,
    So far away are my childhood days,
    In my hands are wishes about to fly.
 
    We watched the plane depart, 
    we kept chasing and chasing after it.
    Since that day when we crossed over this hill, 
    in order to make us straight, we will have always kept
    the strength like the god of the sea, certainly.
 
    The blades of the wind mill going round in the sky,
    have the same dream forever.
    A dream of a bird looking at the place 
    it can't reach and having a wish inside.
 
    Looking back, it is the thunder cloud 
    covering the burned railway.
    Even if it change shape, 
    may we always remember them- 
    the yesterdays left behind from that season
 
    We watched the plane depart, 
    we kept chasing and chasing after it.
    It was an early sign. We two began to smile. 
    In order to look at you straight, 
    I won't release your hand even if I sweat, forever.