песня Shiki No Uta Song of the Seasons - на шару слушать онлайн в mp3, а так же скачать песню и текст песни, исполняет Minmi Samurai Champloo OST

Chorus 1
mata yo ga akereba owakare
yume wa tooki maboroshi ni
anata wo oikakete ita hikari no naka de
dakareru tabi atatakai kaze wo tayori

Chorus 2
haru wo tsuge odoridasu sansai "sunshine"
natsu wo miru uji nohara karakusa kawakuwa
aki no tsuki nobotta manmarusa oiwai
fuyu wo sugi mata tsukihi o kazoeru

mada mabuta no oku ni aru itsuka no natsu tooisugita aozora
(atatakakatta)
te wo tsunagu hanatsukamiutau itsu ya omoide
(ate wo naku)
hazuki kara mitsuki kumo to karamu tsuki mo
itsu ga kaeranu koto ni mezameta toki hitori kizuki anata sagasu tabi ni

ima yobisamasu ki oku no naka de
iza arukidasu anata no moto e
kimi ni yori nana hinoki kata yori ni kimi ni mita hana no kaori katami ni
musubi yuku michi araba mata kaeri mimu nagareru namida tome soka natsu

oikaze sakebu seijaku wo kowasu no nani mo osorezu susumo no
kogane no hana ga hakubu no yasashisa ni anata ni futatabi ai ni
oikaze sakebu seijaku wo kowasu no nani mo osorezu susumo no
kogane no hana ga hakubu no yasashisa ni anata ni futatabi ai ni
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Chorus 1
Dawn comes, and we part ways once again.
My dreams becoming distant apparitions.
I turn to the warm wind for help, the wind I felt every time you held me...
As I was bathed in the light that followed on your heels

Chorus 2
Spring is announced when the wild plants break out in a dance.
Summer comes to Uji, and in the fields are patterns of grass set out to dry
The autumn moon rises, let's celebrate its fullness.
Winter passes by, and I count off all the days and months again.

I can still see the too-distant blue sky when I close my eyes.
(it was so warm.)
As I reminisce, I take your hand as I pluck the flowers and sing
(there is no clue.)
Within the memories that are now coming back to me. I'm setting out to find my way back to you.

Spring is announced when the mountain leaves break out in a dance.
Summer comes to Uji, and in the fields are patterns of grass set out to dry
The autumn moon rises, let's celebrate its fullness.
Winter passes by, and I count off all the days and months again.
Dawn comes, and we part ways once again.