🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: ムスタング/ Mustang - Asian Kung-Fu Generation

 作詩：後藤正文 作曲：後藤正文・山田貴洋
 
 偽りはない　虚飾などない
 もともとはそんな風景画
 絵筆を使い書き足す未来
 僕らが世界を汚す
 
 彩りのない　あまりに淡い
 意識にはそんな情景が
 忘れられない　いつかの誓い
 それすら途絶えて消える
 
 頬を撫でるような霧雨も強かに日々を流す
 
 君は誰だい
 ガリレオ・ガリレイ？
 誰も描けない風景画
 何が正しい　何が悲しい
 僕らが世界を汚す
 
 偽りはない　虚飾などない
 そんな冗談は言うまいが
 誰にも言えない　いつかの誓い
 それだけが僕の誇り
 
 鮮やかな君の面影も僕は見失うかな
 窓を叩くような泣き虫の梅雨空が日々を流す
 
 嗚呼…なくす何かを
 ほら　喪失は今にも口を開けて僕を飲み込んで
 浜辺で波がさらった貝殻
 海の底には想いが降り積もっているんだ
 
 偽りはない　虚飾などない
 もともとはそんな風景画
 忘れられない　君との誓い
 それだけが僕の誇り
 
 心映すような五月雨もいつかは泣き止むかな
 頬を撫でるような霧雨が強かに日々を流す
 
 itsuwari wa nai kyoshoku  nai
 moto moto wa sonna 
 efude wo tsukai kakitasu 
  ga sekai wo yogosu
 
 irodori no nai  ni awai
 ishiki ni wa sonna  ga
 wasurerarenai itsuka  chikai
  todaete kieru
 
  wo naderu you na kirisame mo shitataka ni hibi wo nagasu
 
 kimi  dare dai
 GARIREO GARIREI?
 dare  egakenai fuukeiga
 nani ga  nani ga kanashii
  ga sekai wo yogosu
 
 itsuwari wa  kyoshoku nado nai
 sonna joudan wa  ga
 dare ni mo ienai  no chikai
 sore dake ga boku no 
 
 azayaka na kimi no omokage mo boku wa miushinau 
 mado wo tataku you na nakimushi  tsuyuzora ga hibi wo nagasu
 
 aa... nakusu  wo
 hora soushitsu wa ima ni  kuchi wo akete boku wo nomikonde
 hamabe de nami  saratta kaigara
 umi no soko ni wa omoi ga furitsumotte  da
 
  wa nai kyoshoku nado nai
 moto  wa sonna fuukeiga
 wasurerarenai kimi to no 
 sore  ga boku no hokori
 
 kokoro utsusu you na samidare mo itsuka wa nakiyamu 
 hoho wo naderu you na kirisame ga shitataka ni hibi wo 
 
 No deceptions,  affectations
 That's the kind of landscape picture  was originally
 Adding to the future with  paintbrush
 We're the ones that pollute the 
 
 Colorless, oh  pale
 Is the kind of landscape remaining  my consciousness
 Can't forget that promise from  past
 But even that will  and disappear
 
 Drizzling rain brushing against my cheek  washes the days away
 
  are you?
 Galileo Galilei?
  landscape painting no one can draw
 What is right? Why so 
 We're  ones polluting the world
 
 No deceptions, no 
  my kind of joke
 Can't tell anyone about the promise from my 
  my one source of pride
 
 Will I lose sight of my  memories of you?
 The crybaby  sky taps against the windows and washes the days away
 
 Ahh... Losing 
 See Loss  about to open its mouth and swallow me whole
 Shells on the shore carried  by the waves
 Mounds of emotions piling deep down  the bottom of the ocean
 
  deceptions, no affectations
 That's the kind of landscape picture it was 
  forget the promise we exchanged
 That's  one source of pride
 
 The May rain mirroring my heart may eventually  to weep
 Drizzling rain brushing against my cheek steadily washes the days