Mr.
Appuruheddo
(Mr. Applehead)
words
by Kyoko Fukuyama
music by Yoshiki Fukuyama
translation by Alinda Sue
machi kara machi he watatte
otokui no kami shibai
kodomotachi ni kikasete goman’etsu
furu boketa kin botan
rokoko no ouji kidotte
uraniwa ni saku hinagashi
niwa tori ga maneku michi wara no ie
anata ga egaita toumei no e wa
donna ni toki ga sugite mo yaburenai
Mr. Appuruheddo tsuri meijin
hinemosu ito wo tarashite
yuuhan wa nezeka uinnaarooru
itsumo onaji nioi akai kami
anata ni moratta kin iro no tane
donna ni toki ga sugite mo wasurenai
Mr. Appuruheddo kamisama ni
yobarete tenshi ni natte
gojiman no hayari uta
doko made mo tsudzuiteru awai niji
Mr. Apple-head,
you are such a good man
Traveling from town to town
Your forte is telling the paper plays to
Listening children… Oh,
what joy!
With imitation aged gold buttons,
You arrange yourself like a Rococo prince
As in the backyard, red poppies bloom and
Chickens beckon on the path to your house of laughter
Those neat pictures that you painted -
No matter how the time passes, they do not wear out
Mr. Apple-head, expert at fishing
Throughout the day you drop your line
Yet somehow dinner is always wiener-roll
That golden seed we received from you -
No matter how time passes, we will not forget
Mr. Apple-head, should to God
You be called and you become an angel
Your prevailing boastful songs
In the faint rainbow, they will continue forever.