Fugainaiya (Honey and Clover op 2)

Watashi ga umareta asa no machi
Yuki no naka ni umoreta
Sore ha sore ha chiisai te de
Aozora wo aoida
Sanagara mukashi kara yoku shiru
Tonari no ano ko no you ni
Katahou no mimitabu de kiku
Sotsugyou no kanon
Hitori demo daijoubu yo tte
Mekureteru watashi no sutoorii
Dareka no sei ni [bad word] yo
Tsurai naa. Iya. Iya.

Migikiki no o-rikou-san ni ha
Ameagari wo ageyou
Tedzukuri no foochun kukkii
Tabenagara dekakeyou
Kanashiku tte naite bakkari itara
Me ga tokete naku natta
Aki ni nari mata fuyu ni nari
Hitotsu toshi wo totta
Tooku made nigete iru tsumori demo
Owaranai kimi no sutoorii
Niyaniya waratte iru
Fugainai ya. Iya.

Sugarinagara
Oi kakete mitemo
Ashige ni saretemo
Aita ana wo umeyou
Chigainai ya. Iya.

Kasaneau motareau
Sutete shimaunda mou sugu
Kiete shimau itoshii hito mo
Yasashii hibi yo mou sugu

Watashi ga umareta asa no machi
Yuki no naka ni umoreta
Sore ha sore ha chiisai te de
Aozora wo aoida
Tooku made nigete iru tsumori demo
Owaranai kimi no sutoorii
Niyaniya waratte iru
Fugainai ya. Iya.

Sugarinagara
Oika kete mitemo
Ashige ni saretemo
Aita ana wo fusagou
Chigainai ya. Iya.
Fugainai ya. Iya.
Tsurai naa. Iya. Iya.

—Translation– -
In the morning, the town I was born in
Was buried under a snowdrift
Well, well, with a tiny hand
I fanned the blue sky
Just like that girl next door
Whom I’ve known really well for ages
With one earlobe, I listen to
graduation canon
I say I’ll be all right even if I’m alone
And my story gets turned inside out
I want to make it someone else’s fault
It hurts so much. I hate it. I hate it.

Let me give what comes after the rain
To a right-handed genius
Let’s head out while we eat
My homemade fortune cookies
When you do nothing but cry when it’s sad
The buds thaw and disappear
Autumn comes, winter comes again
And it’s taken one year
You intended on running far away
But your story won’t end
I’m grinning broadly
It’s so cowardly, and I hate it.

While I cling to you
Even if I try chasing after you
Even if I get kicked for it
Let’s fill up an open hole
There’s no mistaking it. I hate it.

I’ll overlap them, I’ll lean against them
I’ll throw them all out very soon
The people I adore and the gentle days
Will disappear completely very soon

In the morning, the town I was born in
Was buried under a snowdrift
Well, well, with a tiny hand
I fanned the blue sky
You intended on running far away
But your story won’t end
I’m grinning broadly
It’s so cowardly, and I hate it.

While I cling to you
Even if I try chasing after you
Even if I get kicked for it
Let’s close up an open hole
There’s no mistaking it. I hate it.
It’s so cowardly, and I hate it.
It hurts so much. I hate it. I hate it