Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Do As Infinity / ブランコ



Do As Infinity was one of my favourite bands during my teenage years. Buranko (meaning a playground swing, in Japanese) was one of the first songs I heard from them. I fell in love with the melody first but when I read the translation of the lyrics, it became even more poignant.

It's a song about growing up, rebelling, leaving home, chasing dreams, losing dreams, reminiscing about childhood, and wanting to return to those simpler times.

It's so full of bitter-sweet nostalgia... I feel, as my friends and I get older, and pass through milestones both happy and unhappy, I can appreciate these sentiments. But I also like to think that, whatever happens now, there will come a time when we will look back and feel a fondness for where we were and who we were at this moment too.


Buranko ga yureteru
Warau youni yureteru
Tsukiakari terasu kouen de
Ano hi no watashi ni deau

Saishuu densha ni
Hakidasarete wa
Utsumuita mama de kaeru michi

Nagai saka no tochuu
Furui danchi no
Shiawase sou na
Mado akari

Watashi no yume mitai
Hitotsu zutsu
Kiete yuku

Buranko ga yureteru
Warau youni yureteru
Tsukiakari terasu kouen de
Ano hi no watashi ni deau

Haha ni miokurareta
Inaka no eki o
Kogarashi fukeba
Omoidasu

Kekkyoku chichi to wa
Hanasanakatta
Ikikata ga chigau to
Omotteta

Sonna tsuyogari mo
Ayamachi mo
Kizukenai

Buranko ga yureteru
Warau youni yureteru
Osanai watashi wa hitori demo
Kogeru no da to shinjiteta

"Kaasan nakaseruna"
Hitokoto ga
Rusuden ni

Buranko ga yureteru
Warau youni yureteru
Osanai watashi no se o oshita
Ano hi no anata ni deau

Ano hi no watashi ni modoru

Ano hi no watashi de itai


A swing is moving,
Moving like it's laughing...
In the moonlit park
I see the person I was that day.

After the last train
Spits me out,
I go home hanging my head.

On my way up the long hill,
In an old apartment estate,
I see happy-looking lights
From the windows.

Like my dreams,
They disappear
One by one.

A swing is moving,
Moving like it's laughing...
In the moonlit park
I see the person I was that day.

When the cold wind blows,
I remember
Being seen off by my mother
At that country station.

In the end,
I didn't speak to my father --
I thought
Our lifestyles were too different.

I didn't even notice
How I was pretending to be strong,
And the mistakes I made.

A swing is moving,
Moving like it's laughing...
When I was little,
I believed that I could swing by myself.

"Mom, don't make me cry" --
I left one sentence
On her answering machine.

A swing is moving,
Moving like it's laughing...
I see the person you were that day
When you pushed me.

I'm going to go back to the person I was that day.

I want to be that person.


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