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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