| あたしのカントリー・ソング～Fan of the hay～If you say you're not a fan of the hay And you don't like to see the iron-mark on the cow And for the woman who can't ro-de-o You can all go home cuzz we're singing this song along Fun like we mix and matchin' stout and white beer together Keep'em on your cowboys hats and sing along together Gentleman and beautiful ladies having a mighty good time Gentleman and beautiful ladies together now feeling alright | 坂本愛江 | 菊地成孔 | 菊地成孔 | | If you say you're not a fan of the hay And you don't like to see the iron-mark on the cow And for the woman who can't ro-de-o You can all go home cuzz we're singing this song along Fun like we mix and matchin' stout and white beer together Keep'em on your cowboys hats and sing along together Gentleman and beautiful ladies having a mighty good time Gentleman and beautiful ladies together now feeling alright |
| 女の子に戻るとき～The dreaming girl in me～From the heart we all cry for joy and pain, From the heart we all smile and love-ove ove All the sadness and the pain I've felt, All the happiness and joy I've felt After the time goes by, all is in the past Bitter sweet pastel memories All the books my father gave to me All the books I gave to you my love, Each time the book is closed the story's left behind And I get lost alone When I was young I believed there was a sun that goes up and a sun that goes down In my heart I always thought they were two things And the moon and the stars in the night were the same li-ghts that lit up the streets They were the same to my young eyes Tears of sadness and the tears of joy After the crying it is all the same It all comes down to the thought those tears are from the heart The goodness that we share from our heart All the mornings when I think of you All the evenings when I feel for you You bring out the poet in me, philosopher too my dear The dreaming girl in me You bring out the best in me You bring ～～ the dream to me | 坂本愛江 | 菊地成孔 | 菊地成孔 | | From the heart we all cry for joy and pain, From the heart we all smile and love-ove ove All the sadness and the pain I've felt, All the happiness and joy I've felt After the time goes by, all is in the past Bitter sweet pastel memories All the books my father gave to me All the books I gave to you my love, Each time the book is closed the story's left behind And I get lost alone When I was young I believed there was a sun that goes up and a sun that goes down In my heart I always thought they were two things And the moon and the stars in the night were the same li-ghts that lit up the streets They were the same to my young eyes Tears of sadness and the tears of joy After the crying it is all the same It all comes down to the thought those tears are from the heart The goodness that we share from our heart All the mornings when I think of you All the evenings when I feel for you You bring out the poet in me, philosopher too my dear The dreaming girl in me You bring out the best in me You bring ～～ the dream to me |
