Mr.Children/Kasa no Shita no Kimi ni Tsugu

Kasa no Shita no Kimi ni Tsugu
(To You, Under Your Umbrella)

Mr.Children

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Kagirinaku risou ni chikai you ni mieru Kono bunmei wa nisshin geppo Shinogi wo kezutte kigyou wa saki wo kisou Ippai shimin yo heibon na taishuu yo Saa komaasharu ni yotte odotte kure... Appare hitto pareedo uwappari no on pareedo Irei no uta wo okurou Shihon shugi ni nottori kokoro wo hoppori Kyoei no waga nippon desu Suuji shidai de suponsaa wa ugoki Furuki yoki jidai wo shoukyo Jidai sakugo datte torajirou wa utau Jinsei tte yatsu ga nantaru ka wo Aijou tte yatsu ga nantaru ka wo Tookarazu chikarazu koe karasu tabi garasu Mie wo kitte choudai Hohoemi no sono ura de chi to ase wo nagasu kara Seimei no ibuki kanjirun da Ai sae mo te ni hairu jidou hanbaiki sa Kussetsu shita yokubou ga afureru machi Tokoton yatte kure boku wo nomikonde kure Denai to konna uta ashita mo tsukurun darou Yume mo kibou mo arya shinai sa ah Appare hitto pareedo uwappari no on pareedo Urei no uta wa urenai Gappori moukete shinu made ikitemo Koiei nante ienai Shihon shugi ni nottori kokoro wo hoppori Kyoei no waga nippon desu Taemanaku igamiatte mitemo Bokura wa gojippo hyappo Shiawase shimesu michishirube wa nai Itsu no hi ni ka sono te de ubaitore

This civilization seems so close to perfection But it's still making progress Whittling away at reserves, businesses fight to be first You, the general public, the average citizen Come on and dance, drunk on commercials... What a hit parade, all the overalls on parade I'll send you a song for the dead Hijack capitalism, empty your hearts This is our vain Japan Sponsors move according to the numbers Deleting the good old days Torajiro says this age is a mistake What the hell is life? What the hell is love? Not long, not soon, this journey'll make you hoarse Cut out the vanity Behind the smile is blood and sweat So feel life's breath You can get love from a vending machine This town's overflowing with twisted desire See it through to the end, swallow me down If not this sort of song will make tomorrow And there'll be no dreams or hopes, ah What a hit parade, all the overalls on parade Sad songs won't sell Even if you rake in the dough until you die You can't call that glory Hijack capitalism, empty your hearts This is our vain Japan Even if we fight endlessly It's six of one, half a dozen of another There's no guidepost to happiness Someday you'll have to grab it for yourself