Guuwa
Allegory
words by Kyoko Fukuyama music by Yoshiki Fukuyama
translation by Eleanor and Alinda Sue...
nan ni mo mienai mabushii sugite
denki ga kietara soko wa burakku hooru
subete wo nomikonda naiteru
kanjin kaname no kizuna wo sutete
seishin sekai wo yume miru yatsura
gan ji garame da ne hora kumo no su ni
ima ni mo hari tsuite shimai sou
yami kumo ni tsukamitotta
maborashi no uchuu kuukan
abarete nigedasu akai sasori
dodai naki shiro no mae de
shira wo kiru kane no mouja
sonna amari ni mo hen amari ni mo hen na hanashi
doudemo ii koto bakari ki ni shite
ippo fumi dasenai ato ni mo hikenai
manzara demo nai mirai mitsukete
arittake no yume wo mukaeyou
atama no man naka de guruguru mawaru fuusha
koyubi no saki ni wa aoi kotori
miushinatta yume no mae de
uzuku maru yowaki kenja
sonna amari ni mo son amari ni mo son na hanashi
atama no man naka de guruguru mawaru fuusha
koyubi no saki ni wa aoi kotori
miushinatta yume no mae de
uzuku maru yowaki kenja
sonna amari ni mo son amari ni mo son na hanashi
It’s so bright, you can see nothing else
But if the electricity disappears, it is a black hole there
Everything swallowed up in tears
Casting away ties to vital points
In dreams of worldly things that they see
Bound hand and foot like in a spider’s web
That’s ready to trap you at any moment
You’re grasped in a dark cloud
In an illusion of outer space
Running amuck like a red scorpion
In front of a castle with no foundation
A ghost of gold that pretends not to know
That is… exceedingly strange, exceedingly strange talk
Caring only of things of little consequence
You can’t step forward but you can’t step back
You will find an uncertain future
And greet it all with courage
The center of your head is spinning like a windmill
While a small blue bird sits on the tip of your finger
Act before you lose sight of the dream
And cower like a weak sage
That would be an excessive loss, excessive loss that we speak of
The center of your head is spinning like a windmill
While a small blue bird sits on the tip of your finger
Act before you lose sight of the dream
And cower like a weak sage
That would be an excessive loss, excessive loss that we speak of