Hameln
Hameln

An ashen, head-hanging sunflower
You don't even try to look at it

An ashen, head-hanging sunflower
Still being struck, the flower's cradle
still works well.

Outside the window
you can hear
the tone of a flute.

There's a man who
plays the flute and
talks about dreams.
To his chest he holds
roses that never wither
He never stains his white boots,
as he avoids puddles
when he's walking.

Outside the window
the flute-tone tempts.
With joyful notes it
calls for those children:

"Come here,
where the water is transparent
and where the light is ceaseless.
I'll let get you out of there."

There's no reason for you
to be reflected correctly in eyes
which have never been blurry.
Out there are only meaningless songs
So come here by my side and
listen to my songs only.

An ashen, head-hanging sunflower
This is not the end
although from now
the seed is falling.

Outside the window
you can hear
the tone of a flute.

There's a man who
Plays the flute and
Talks about love
On his shoulder
sits a blue bird
which can't fly.
His clear eyes don't talk about reality,
but they hold the image of immortality.

There's no reason for you
to be reflected correctly in eyes
which have never been hazy.
The dirty rain washed off those two*.
It shows your merit, so
don't go anywhere.

Translators notes:
* = i.e. a couple

Lyrics (C) by HITOMI
Transcription (C) by KIBOU (http://nigeguchi.wareta.net)