MUCC/Utagoe

Utagoe
(Song)

MUCC

---

Romaji

English

Hakanaku naki kareyuku semishigure Kara wo nugisute setsuna sakebu Oshibana no yotsuba mitai ni Yuuutsu na shounen ni Giratsuku hizashi ga katarikaketa Yasashii uta ga kikoete konai nara Utaeba ii sou daro? Me ga kuramu hodo ni zettai no taiyou Kogetsuita kage ga moete yuku Ikiru kachi mo nai you na Sekai wo ai shiteru Minamo ni utsuru aojiroi hikari Tadayoi egaku hikari no sutakkaato Shizuka ni yasumu you ni Kagayaki wo owaraseta Chiisana hotaru wa mizu e shizumu Inochi mijikashi shinon Douchou hauringu sasete utaou Ansanburu wo kakinarasu Oretachi no shoudou Yuudachi no niji wo yugamasete Itsuka wa shinde nakunatchimau no nara Wagamama ni gamushara ni warae Taisetsu na mono ga wakaranai kimi yo Kegare wo shiranu junsui muku ga Toutoi da nante uso daro Me ga kuramu hodo ni zettai no taiyou Kogetsuita kage ga moete yuku Ikiru kachi mo nai you na Sekai wo ai shiteru Ansanburu wo kakinarasu Oretachi no shoudou Sakebu koe mo kokoro mo kareru made Hachigatsu no sora ni kiehateta semishigure Nukegara wo nokoshite Takasugiru sora

The crickets' chirping is faint and soon fades away They throw off their skins and shout for a moment Like a pressed four-leaf clover The sun glares down, speaking to The depressed boy If you don't hear a gentle song Then just sing one, right? The sun's so bright it blinds my eyes Burning the charred shadows I love this world Though there is no worth in living The blue-white light reflects on the water A staccato of floating light As if quietly taking a break A small firefly sinks into the water No longer shining Your heartbeat's life is short Let me howl in sympathy Our urges Strum an ensemble Warping the evening rainbow If we're someday going to die Then just smile earnestly and selfishly You don't recognize your loved ones It's a lie that purity Is something precious The sun's so bright it blinds my eyes Burning the charred shadows I love this world Though there is no worth in living Our urges Strum an ensemble Until our screams and hearts wither away The crickets' chirping disappears into the August sky Leaving behind their cast off skin The sky is too high