JuDy and MAry - KyOTo

Dulu banget, v pernah bawain lagu ini ama teman2 teknik mesin UGM, waktu itu J-Rock (yang sebenarnya nama aliran musik) belum terkenal seperti sekarang. Salut dengan J-Rock band yang tetap commit ama aliran bandnya.

Kyoto Japanese Version

Ai ni yuku wa kisha ni notte
Ikutsu mono asa wo hana no saku koro ni
Nakitsukarete waratta
Tsunaida te to te wo hanasenai mama de

* kisetsu ga owaru mae ni anata no sora wo nagareru kumo wo
Fukaku nemuru mae ni anata no koe wo wasurenai you ni

** mado wo aketara hora
Tobikonde kuru yo
Itsuka mita hara no yume

Ameagari mune wo somete
Ikutsu mono asa wo hana no saku koro ni
Kamogawa koete isogo
Furubita keshiki ni hashagu hitotachi mo

Momo-iro no utage yo sakura no hana yo

Kisetsu ga kawaru mae ni anata no sora wo nagareru kumo wo
Fukaku nemuru mae ni anata no koe wo wasurenai you ni

* repeat
** repeat

Ai ni yuku wa kisha ni notte
Ikutsu mono asa wo hana no saku koro ni
Nakitsukarete waratta
Tsunaida te to te wo...
Ameagari mune wo somete...

Ima ai ni yuku wa yawarakai hikari no naka e

Kyoto English Version

On countless mornings while the flowers are in bloom
I'll go to meet you riding on a train.
I was tired of crying so I laughed,
with hand held in hand, for as long as they are not separated

Before the season ends, a floating cloud across your sky...
Before I fall into a deep sleep, so I won't forget your voice...

When I open the window, look!
The dream of spring comes flying in.
I saw it sometime...

On countless mornings while the flowers are in bloom
after the rain, my breast is stained.
We are passed Kamokawa, I've got to hurry.
The scenery and the frolicksome people are growing old.

The cherry blossoms are a peach coloured feast.

Before the season ends, a floating cloud across your sky...
Before I fall into a deep sleep, so I won't forget your voice...
Before the season ends, a floating cloud across your sky...
Before I fall into a deep sleep, so I won't forget your voice...

When I open the window, look!
The dream of spring comes flying in.
I saw it sometime...

On countless mornings while the flowers are in bloom
I'll go to meet you riding on a train.
I was tired of crying so I laughed,
with hand held in hand, for as long as they are not separated.
After the rain, my breast is stained.

Now, I go to meet you in the soft light.