chiisa na uso de sekai ga furimuku no nara
usotsuki ni narou
anata ni kaita tegami de naite kureru nara
nanmantsuu mo kakou
aru koto nai koto kakou
tsukiakari de demo kakou
kawaita sabaku ni rin to tatsu hana wa
karasanaide to sakebu no
“Water, Water me!”
kizu mo itami mo ieteyuku no nara zubunure de ii to
dakara “Water me!”
naze darou naze konna ni mo aisuru kimochi ga
toki ni wa ayamachi de
toki ni wa minikukute
toki ni wa nasakenakute
shiroi kemuri ni sekikonda hana wa
watashi o mite to sakebu no
“Water, Water me!”
sore de subete ga kirei ni naru nara hitoshizuku dake de ii
“Water, Water me!”
dare shi mo jiyuu ni ueteita mohan nado nai kyoushitsu no sumi
akirame kao de naiteita tomo yo hohoende
kono mizu o ageyou
kono pen o ageyou
hitotsu no hontou o ageyou
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Should the world turn back around because of a small lie
I’d become a liar
Should the letters I write you make you cry
I’d write ten thousands of letters
I’d write of anything and nothing
I’d write even by moonlight
A flower standing valiantly amidst a parched desert
cries out not to be let dry out:
“Water, Water me!”
Should both my wounds and aches go on healing, I’d like to be
soaking wet
So “Water me!”
Why is it, why are such feelings of love
sometimes in error?
sometimes ugly?
sometimes shameful?
A flower coughing violently amidst white smoke
cries out to be looked at:
“Water, Water me!”
Should everything become clean just with that, I’d like just
one drop
“Water, Water me!”
Whoever has been thirsting for freedom, in the corner of some
far-from-exemplary classroom
Smile, oh friend who’s been crying with a resigned look
I’ll give you this water
I’ll give you this pen
I’ll give you this one truth
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