Rosen Schwert

Rosen Schwert

(with English translation)

By; Versailles Philharmonic Quintet

Album; Jubilee
Lyrics and Music: Kamijo

kono mune ni sasaru omoi to nagare yuku namida ga
anata no kage ga zutto hanarenai
meguri yuku kisetsu no naka de ugokidashita hari ga
Ah... kareta kokoro wo tsuranuite yuku

sugisarishi hibi ni akikaze ga tachidomaru
mune ni yakitsuita mama no joukei ga
ima mo ude wo hanasanai

ochiba ni kakurete anata ga inai
kono sekai ni mo nareta hazu na no ni

tomedonaku tsunoru omoi to kare hateta namida ga
anata no koe ga zutto hanarenai
meguri au kisetsu no naka de nagare yuku keshiki ni
Ah... anata wa inai ano hi no mama

ikudo no wakare to setsubou wo kasanereba
hito wa hitori de ikite yukeru no darou?
kako ni gimon wo butsukeru

chiru koto no nai zouka no bara na do
dare mo nozonde iru hazu wa nai

tomedonaku tsunoru omoi to kare hateta namida ga
anata no koe ga zutto hanarenai
meguri au kisetsu no naka de nagare yuku keshiki ni
Ah... anata wa inai keredo

deai . itami . kanashimi . kodoku . kotoba . shigusa . egao . yasashisa
ima subete oshiyoseru
yakitsuita mama no joukei ni anata ga ima iru ki ga shita
dare mo inai hazu na no ni

kono mune ni sasaru omoi to nagare yuku namida ga
anata no kage ga zutto hanarenai
meguri yuku kisetsu no naka de ugokidashita hari ga
Ah... kareta kokoro wo tsuranuite yuku

the tears that go flowing with the thought that pierce through this chest
your shadow doesn't leave me the whole time
the niddle that comes alive in the middle of the season that returns
Ah...it goes through the heart that withers

in the days that pass by the autumn breeze stops
this sight is like scorched in the heart
also now I can't leave your arms

hidden by the fallen leaves you're not here
for it should be so that I become accustomed also in this world

endlessly the tears ends up to wither
your voice won't leave me all the time
in the scenary that goes flowing in the season that comes across
Ah... you are not here as that day

piling up the dispair with many farewells
people will be good at living alone?
in the past I nailed on the doubt

the thing that don't wither artificial roses and so on
somebody also should not wish so

endlessly the tears ends up to wither
your voice won't leave all the time
in the scenary that goes flowing in the season that comes across
Ah... you are not here but

encounter . pain . sadness . loneliness . words . actions . season . tenderness
now I push aside everything
in the scenary that is like scorched you had a hunch that is now
for it should be so that someone also become accostumed

the tears that go flowing with the thought that pierce through this chest
your shadow doesn't leave me the whole time
the niddle that comes alive in the middle of the season that returns
Ah...it goes through the heart that withers