Chu Kosaka remembered that twice a year, around New Year's and again during the Obon (Tomb-Sweeping) Festival in the summertime — Obon comes up in Evening Firefly too, but from the perspective of someone traveling out in the countryside — Tokyo's human population would see a severe dip, most residents returning to their hometowns for a visit. Kosaka, for his part, was born in Tokyo, and had nowhere to go. "Only we Tokyoites stuck around. It was us and the crows."
Should you want to hear Hosono's lovely bassline loud and clear, Atom Bird Mother is here for us.
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A tired-out city with nobody in it.
Pulling faces in the summer heat.
Oh, don't get too angry.
There's nothing we can do about it, now is there, crow?
Faded red rooftiles.
The summer light turning its face away.
Oh, don't get too angry.
There's nothing we can do about it, now is there, crow?
You're working overtime, Mr. Crow,
pecking at the stone,
trying to hurry the autumn along.
A tired-out city with nobody in it.
Pulling faces in the summer heat.
Oh, don't get too angry.
There's nothing we can do about it, now is there, crow?
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:::
A tired-out city with nobody in it.
Pulling faces in the summer heat.
Oh, don't get too angry.
There's nothing we can do about it, now is there, crow?
Faded red rooftiles.
The summer light turning its face away.
Oh, don't get too angry.
There's nothing we can do about it, now is there, crow?
You're working overtime, Mr. Crow,
pecking at the stone,
trying to hurry the autumn along.
A tired-out city with nobody in it.
Pulling faces in the summer heat.
Oh, don't get too angry.
There's nothing we can do about it, now is there, crow?
(Back to: List of Translations)
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