I put a tip in pocket
how about cleaning moon,
and I trip because of looking for friends.

Sleeping town is enveloped in fog.
On a chimney roof,
I played the violin,
everybody dosen't find me.

'Don't give up',
The crescent is saying and smiling for me.
With tears in my eyes
Coz I feel dazzling it.
It will be a puddle.

I can fined the friend
where is clear other side.
He is sooty and strong
that is grown-up mine.


月磨きの駄賃
ポケットに忍ばせ
友達探しの旅に出た

眠りの街は濃霧に覆われ
煙突屋根の上
ヴァイオリン奏でても
見付けてくれる誰かはいない

諦めないでと
微笑みくれる三日月
眩しさに浮かぶ涙
零れて水溜り

いたよ
透明な向こう側
煤けて逞しくなった
「俺」