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| どこかへ行きたい
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| という気持ちがあるから
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| 毎晩ユメをみてしまう
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| 長くつらなる列車にのって
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| どこか遠くの海へ行くユメだ
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| わたしは海へ向かう列車の座席から
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| 車窓をとおりすぎる電柱の数をかぞえている
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| I have to get away
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| so every night I dream: a dream of
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| traveling on a train of many cars
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| toward a sea somewhere far away.
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| From my seat, I count poles passing
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| seen through my window on the train for the sea.
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| ＊
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| カラダがうごかないから
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| 会社からもらった休み
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| 微熱があってどこへも行けない
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| だけど
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| 朝起きて飲む水がおいしい
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| パジャマのままで起きだして蛇口をひねって
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| 今朝の水道の水は
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| 海水の味がした
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| I took a day off
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| as this body refuses to move.
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| A slight fever keeps me from going anywhere.
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| But the water tastes great.
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| Getting up, still wearing pyjamas,
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| I turn the tap.
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| This morning
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| the water from the tap
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| tastes like seawater.
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| お湯をわかそうと
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| コンロをひねると
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| ポン、と炎のかたちに花が咲く
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| ぽっかりと白い
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| 浜辺に咲くような花
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| はまゆう とか いっただろうか
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| うちあげ花火にも にて
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| 白くてまあるい
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| 砂浜で潮風にふかれたら きっと きれいだろうな
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| I turn a knob of the cooking stove
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| to boil water.
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| and then a flower pops up,
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| shaped as a flame.
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| Fluffed up white as a flower in bloom on the beach.
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| Is it called crinum, perhaps
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| or it's like fireworks.
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| White and round
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| It would be beautiful
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| blowing in a sea breeze on the beach.
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| コーヒーを入れよう
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| フィルターからぽたぽたと
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| こぼれ落ちるコーヒーは
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| 部屋にみちる
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| 海のにおい
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| カーテンが青く波うつ
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| 海草をおよがせた 遠い海
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| あの海がもう私の部屋の
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| 窓のすぐちかくまで
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| きている
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| 海へはやっぱり
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| だれか親しい人と行きたい
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| Time to make coffee.
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| The dripping filter smell of the sea
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| and that smell fills the room.
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| The sea is already at the window.
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| The distant sea adrift with seaweed,
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| the curtains wave blue
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| I want to go to the sea
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| with someone I feel close to.
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| コーヒーの湯気のむこうに
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| いろんな顔を思いうかべていると
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| なつかしい波の音がきこえてくる
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| 一ヶ月ぐらいずっとひとりぼっちだった
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| ひとりの部屋にいても
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| じっさいには会えなくても
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| 波の音だけは
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| きこえてくるのだ
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| In coffee steam,
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| I see many faces
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| I hear the waves making their nostalgic sound.
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| I've been alone nearly a month.
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| Even though I can't see my friends,
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| even here, alone in my room,
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| all I hear
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| is the sound of the waves.
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| さざ波がうちよせて
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| はまゆうの足もとに細かく
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| 泡をたてると
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| 銀色のステンレスが
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| 浅い水の底でしずかにひかりはじめる
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|
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| When the ripples come ashore
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| and fine foam reaches under the crinum
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| the silver kitchen sink
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| begins to shine silently
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| beneath shallow water.
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| 待ちのぞんでいたのは
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| みちてくる海水
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| 近寄って
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| ふれればこの手のひらに冷たい
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| What I want
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| is the sea at high tide.
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| coming close, I put my hand in,
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| touch that coolness.
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もくじ
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