Morning sunday morning I'm shaking in the car that leads me to Narita

Feeling the fragrance remaining from summer, today I go to London

This fast flight is regular, I have a little time left until the departure

Softly I close my eyes remembering my distant days

 

Everyday covering years like in an album, so I sing

I love more than all what's involuntary, I persist to hold out

If I forget fashionables songs, love songs reach my attention

Now there are not anymore soft songs resounding in my heart

Saying that what I need in our time is only a whim on behalf of me

I face again to somebody in the darkness, he spits on me loudly

 

Hello, my soulmate, in your light eyes, I vibrate and I get excited

How do you reflect my image ?

 

Someday I will have to tell you about each thing, let's forget our love's place, stop writing to me

Since this day I've completely removed from my heart what it had most precious...

 

I want to become a bullet more vigorous than a red bus

In Hyde Park's afternoon today too I saw peace

I dreamed about the other side of my travel's way, I can't come out from my travel anymore

Without to see time passes I can believe that I've also lost my mate

 

Hello, my soulmate, feelings, money, dreams, which is pure, which is vile, which will I decide on ?

 

Even if the voices of quarrel's echos carry on resounding as a shot, I will shout under this faraway sky

When will you give me the power to do a song that will debase all... ?

 

You're my precious...

Everything must pass oh oh oh