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今日はあいみょんの「マリーゴールド」を英語で歌ってみました。Enjoy♪

Today's cover is an English version of "Marigold" by Japanese singer-songwriter Aimyon. Enjoy!

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歌詞／LYRICS
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Thinking of your hair blowing in the wind
How it filled me with a bit too much emotion
I miss how you gazed at me
Your serious expression

Lately I do nothing but tumble forward
‘Til I get to feeling sorry for myself
And I start to get so lazy
But a light of hope still dwells

In front of me constantly
Shining ever brilliantly
I am happy now

Straw hat on your head, smiling with a sun-kissed glow
It makes you look just like a swaying marigold
That was back in summer when the sky stayed blue above forever
So in love, we laughed at memories good and bad we made together

When you look at me with teary eyes
And fiercely beg me not to leave you all alone this time
I will hold you just as gently as the fluffy clouds in the sky
I will hold you tight, hold you tight and never let you go

I am not strong enough that I can just
Say everything I feel and put it all out there
But it’s strange, no matter where I look
I see no traces of despair

I adore the silhouette
That is always reflected
Deep within my eyes

Side by side with you, your soft skin pressed close to mine
Out in the chilly air that has just a bit too much bite
As we walk along reflecting on such silly things together
Like what to name the day so we’ll remember it forever

Ah, you say that words are not enough
Instead you press a kiss to my lips to show me your love
Well, the shadows of the two of us are still cast by the clouds above
So we’ll always stay, we will stay this way forever more

Even when we are far from one another
I want to stay connected
I hope that you want the same thing
And that we’ll both always feel the same way

麦わらの帽子の君が
mugiwara no boushi no kimi ga
揺れたマリーゴールドに似てる
yureta mariigoorudo ni nite'ru
あれは空がまだ青い夏のこと
are wa sora ga mada aoi natsu no koto
懐かしいと笑えたあの日の恋
natsukashii no waraeta ano hi no koi

「もう離れないで」と
"mou hanare-naide" to
泣きそうな目で見つめる君を
nakisou na me de mitsumeru kimi wo
雲のような優しさで そっとぎゅっと
kumo no you na yasashisa de sotto gyutto
抱きしめて 離さない
dakishimete hanasanai

ああ アイラブユーの言葉じゃ
aa ai rabu yuu no kotoba ja
足りないからとキスして
tarinai kara to kisu shite
雲がまだ2人の影を残すから
kumo ga mada futari no kage wo nokosu kara
いつまでも いつまでも このまま
itsu made mo itsu made mo kono mama

離さない
hanasanai
ああ いつまでも いつまでも
aa itsu made mo itsu made mo
離さない
hanasanai

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In first grade, a boy named John— a notorious troublemaker—systematically chased every girl in our class during recess trying to kiss her on the lips. Most gave in eventually. It was easier to give in than keep running. When it was my turn, I turned and faced him, grabbed his glasses off his weasel face, and stomped on them on the hard blacktop. He ran to the principal’s office and cried.

In fifth grade, I was asked to be a boy’s girlfriend over email. It was the first email I ever received. He actually told me he wanted to send me an email, so I went home and made an AOL account. We went to a carnival and he won me a Garfield stuffed animal, and then he gave me a 3 Doors Down CD. A few days later, he broke up with me, and asked for Garfield and the CD back. I said no.

In sixth grade, a girl in my year gave head to an eighth grader in the back of the school bus while playing Truth or Dare.

In the summer after sixth grade, I kissed a boy for the first time at sleep away camp. He was my summer love. During the end-of-the-summer dining hall announcements, where kids usually announced lost sweatshirts and Walkmen, an older girl stepped up to the microphone, tossed her hair behind her shoulders, and proudly stated, “I lost something very precious to me last night. My virginity. If anyone finds it, please let me know.” The dining hall erupted into laughter and cheers. She was barred from ever coming back to the camp again, and wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to anyone.

In seventh grade, I told my brother I decided when I was older wanted a Hummer. What I really meant was I wanted a Jeep, but I didn’t know a lot about cars. My mother overheard and screamed at me for “wanting a Hummer.”

In the summer after freshman year of high school, I went to sleepaway field hockey camp with many of my close friends. One of them, named Megan, I had been friends with since kindergarten. One night when I was showering, she ripped open the curtain and snapped a photo of me on her disposable camera. I screamed. She laughed. We both laughed when I got out of the shower a few minutes later. After camp was over, her father took the camera to the convenience store to get it developed. When he gave the finished photos back to her, he said, “Your friend [Anonymous] has grown up.”

Sophomore year of high school, one of my best friends Hilary had a party in her basement while her mom was away. We invited some of the guys in our grade and someone’s older brother bought us a handle of vodka. One of the boys who came sat next to me in Spanish class. His name was Thomas. I remember playing a simple game, where we passed the bottle of vodka around in a circle and drank. I remember being happily tipsy and having fun, to suddenly being very drunk. Thomas and I started chanting numbers in Spanish, and he leaned towards me and kissed me. We kissed in the middle of the party, with all of our friends cheering. Then we went into Hilary’s bedroom.

Hilary’s bedroom was in the basement, on the ground floor, with a large window next to her bed. When someone went outside to smoke a cigarette, they realized it was a front row seat to what was happening in the bedroom. It was dark outside, and the light on was in the bedroom. They called everyone outside to watch. I don’t remember getting undressed, but apparently we were both completely naked in Hilary’s bed. A friend of mine told me later she tried to open the door and stop what was happening, but Thomas must have locked it. They said they pounded on the door. I don’t remember hearing them pounding. I don’t remember seeing everyone’s faces outside the window. I remember Thomas holding my head down, and shoving his penis into my mouth. I remember trying to resist, pulling back, but he held his hands firmly on my head, pushing my face up and down. That’s all that I remember.

The next day, my friends and I went out to dinner at one of our favorite local restaurants. I couldn’t eat anything, and it wasn’t because I was hung over. Every time I tried to put food in my mouth, I felt like I was choking. Anytime a flash of the night before appeared in my mind, I felt like vomiting. My friends sat with me in silence. Then they told me a girl named Lindsey, who had briefly dated Thomas freshman year, had stood outside and watched the entire time. Even after everyone else stopped watching. My friends said they didn’t watch.

On Monday, Thomas and I sat next to each other in Spanish. We didn’t speak. We didn’t make eye contact. I went to the girls bathroom and threw up. I hear Lindsey and Thomas live together, now, ten years later.

Junior year of high school, my teacher for Honors Spanish was named Señor Gonzales. Señor Gonzales had all of the girls sit in the front row. Señor Gonzales called on any girl who was wearing a skirt to write on the chalkboard. Señor Gonzales asked a friend of mine, who had broken her finger playing an after school sport, if she broke her finger because “she liked it rough.” Señor Gonzales was a tenured teacher.

Senior year of high school, I got my first real boyfriend. His name was Colin. He was on the lacrosse team with Thomas. He told me that sophomore year, Thomas told everyone on the team what happened that night at Hilary’s. Everyone cheered. Colin said that, even then, he had a crush on me. Even then, he wanted to punch Thomas.

Colin and I lost our virginities to each other. Colin said if I got pregnant, he would make me have the baby. He didn’t believe in abortion. Colin said if I got pregnant, he would make me have a C-section. Colin said that if I didn’t have a C-section, my vagina would be too loose for him to ever enjoy having sex with me again. Colin said that he wouldn’t let our child breastfeed. He said his mother gave him formula, and that he turned out just fine. I didn’t get pregnant.

Junior year of college, I lived in Denmark for the spring semester and studied at the University of Copenhagen. Copenhagen is one of the safest cities in the world. Guns are illegal there. Pepper spray is illegal there. One night, my friends and I went to a concert at a crowded club in a part of the city I didn’t know very well. I brought a tiny purse with money, my apartment key, and my international cell phone. For some reason it made sense at the time to put my purse inside my friend’s purse. Maybe I didn’t feel like carrying it. We were both drinking. My friend left the concert to go home with her boyfriend. One by one, everyone I was there with left the concert, until I was suddenly alone and I realized I didn’t have my purse, or any money for a cab ride home.

I started walking in the direction that felt right. I walked for a long time. I had no idea where I was, and didn’t recognize the area. It was almost 4 am. I was on a residential street when a cab pulled up next to me. I asked the driver if he could drive me to an intersection down the street from my apartment.

I don’t have any money, I said.

I really need your help, I said.

I will do it for free, he said.

Sit in the front, he said.

I sat in the front. We drove in silence for some time, until he pulled over on the side of a dark street.

I don’t want to do it for free anymore, he said.

He locked the car doors and reached across the center console and slipped his hand up my skirt. He grabbed my vagina. Hard. I pushed his hand away and unlocked the door. I ran down the street and realized he had taken me a block away from the intersection I wanted. I walked to my apartment and threw rocks at my roommate’s window until she let me inside. She yelled at me for waking her up. I escaped. Nothing happened. I was fine.

The summer after I graduated college I helped Hilary find an internship. She was an art major and wanted something for her resume besides waitressing. We found a posting on Craigslist to be a studio assistant for a painter in the Bronx. It was listed as an unpaid internship. The toll for the George Washington Bridge was twelve dollars, plus gas, but she got the internship anyway. She wanted the experience.

The artist was a 38-year-old Canadian painter named Bradley. Hilary was 22.There was another intern there, an art student from Manhattan named Stella. Bradley needed assistants to help him make bubble wrap paintings. Stella and Hilary would take a syringe and fill the tiny bubbles with different color paints until it formed a mosaic. Bradley always had Hilary stay after Stella left to clean the paintbrushes and syringes. He told Hilary she was beautiful. More beautiful than his wife, who he only married for citizenship. He told Hilary they had a loveless marriage. He told Hilary he wanted to have her beautiful children. They began an affair. He told Hilary has wife knew and didn’t care. He told Hilary he was going to leave his wife soon.

Everyday Hilary drove to the Bronx, cleaned Bradley’s paintbrushes, and had sex on the studio floor. Everyday she went home with no money, and everyday she paid the toll at the George Washington Bridge. She needed the internship for her resume, she said. It was too late to find a new job, she said.

I could go on. I could tell you a lot more. About the whistles on the sidewalk, the kids who sat at the bottom of the stairs in high school to look up our skirts, my friend who was a prostitute in South Carolina, the men who’ve cornered me in parking lots and bars calling me a tease, the unwanted grabbing on the subway, the many times my father has called me fat, the time I traveled to the Philippines and discovered Western men pay preteen locals to spend the week in their hotel, the messages on OKCupid asking to “fart in my mouth.” About how I wasn’t sure if I had been raped because I was drunk and kissed Thomas back. How he raped my mouth and not my vagina, so that must not be rape. How easy it was for me to escape the dark street in Copenhagen, and how that made it not matter since “it could’ve been worse.”

Men have no idea what it takes to be a woman. To grin and bear it and persevere. The constant state of war, navigating the relentless obstacle course of testosterone and misogyny, where they think we are property to be owned and plowed. But we’re not. We are people, just like them. Equals, in fact, or at least that’s the core of what feminism is still trying to achieve. The job is not over. We’ve made great progress. There are female CEOs, though not very many. There are females writing for the New York Times and winning Pulitzer prizes, though not very many. There are female politicians, though not very many. But these advances are only on paper. The job won’t be over until equality permeates the air we breathe, the streets we walk and the homes we live in.

I think back to how easy it was for me, in first grade, to feel fearless and strong in my conviction to stomp on John’s glasses. I felt right in reacting how I did, because John’s behavior was wrong. But his was an elementary learning of the wide boundaries his gender would go on to afford him. For me, it would never again be so easy.

— Anonymous, age 25

(source: ibelieveyouitsnotyourfault.tumblr.com)

今日はあいみょんの「マリーゴールド」を英語で歌ってみました。Enjoy♪

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曲情報 / SONG INFO
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あいみょん／マリーゴールド
2018年リリース
作詞曲： あいみょん
日本語詞：渡辺レベッカ

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～♪～♪～♪～♪～♪～
歌詞／LYRICS
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Thinking of your hair blowing in the wind
How it filled me with a bit too much emotion
I miss how you gazed at me
Your serious expression

Lately I do nothing but tumble forward
‘Til I get to feeling sorry for myself
And I start to get so lazy
But a light of hope still dwells

In front of me constantly
Shining ever brilliantly
I am happy now

Straw hat on your head, smiling with a sun-kissed glow
It makes you look just like a swaying marigold
That was back in summer when the sky stayed blue above forever
So in love, we laughed at memories good and bad we made together

When you look at me with teary eyes
And fiercely beg me not to leave you all alone this time
I will hold you just as gently as the fluffy clouds in the sky
I will hold you tight, hold you tight and never let you go

I am not strong enough that I can just
Say everything I feel and put it all out there
But it’s strange, no matter where I look
I see no traces of despair

I adore the silhouette
That is always reflected
Deep within my eyes

Side by side with you, your soft skin pressed close to mine
Out in the chilly air that has just a bit too much bite
As we walk along reflecting on such silly things together
Like what to name the day so we’ll remember it forever

Ah, you say that words are not enough
Instead you press a kiss to my lips to show me your love
Well, the shadows of the two of us are still cast by the clouds above
So we’ll always stay, we will stay this way forever more

Even when we are far from one another
I want to stay connected
I hope that you want the same thing
And that we’ll both always feel the same way

麦わらの帽子の君が
mugiwara no boushi no kimi ga
揺れたマリーゴールドに似てる
yureta mariigoorudo ni nite'ru
あれは空がまだ青い夏のこと
are wa sora ga mada aoi natsu no koto
懐かしいと笑えたあの日の恋
natsukashii no waraeta ano hi no koi

「もう離れないで」と
"mou hanare-naide" to
泣きそうな目で見つめる君を
nakisou na me de mitsumeru kimi wo
雲のような優しさで そっとぎゅっと
kumo no you na yasashisa de sotto gyutto
抱きしめて 離さない
dakishimete hanasanai

ああ アイラブユーの言葉じゃ
aa ai rabu yuu no kotoba ja
足りないからとキスして
tarinai kara to kisu shite
雲がまだ2人の影を残すから
kumo ga mada futari no kage wo nokosu kara
いつまでも いつまでも このまま
itsu made mo itsu made mo kono mama

離さない
hanasanai
ああ いつまでも いつまでも
aa itsu made mo itsu made mo
離さない
hanasanai

《A Star Is Born》這部戲的歌都好好好聽!!!我揀左戲入面兩首Lady Gaga solo嘅歌cover，睇到 I'll never love again個part真係好感動??希望你地都鍾意我自彈自唱嘅演繹?❤

Lady Gaga - I'll Never Love Again

Wish I could, I could've said goodbye
I would've said what I wanted to
Maybe even cried for you
If I knew it would be the last time
I would've broke my heart in two
Tryin' to save a part of you
Don't wanna feel another touch
Don't wanna start another fire
Don't wanna know another kiss
No other name falling off my lips
Don't wanna give my heart away
To another stranger
Or let another day begin
Won't even let the sunlight in
No, I'll never love again
I'll never love again, oh, oh, oh, oh

Always Remember Us This Way

That Arizona sky burning in your eyes
You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire
It's buried in my soul like California gold
You found the light in me that I couldn't find
So when I'm all choked up
But I can't find the words
Every time we say goodbye
Baby, it hurts
When the sun goes down
And the band won't play
I'll always remember us this way
Lovers in the night
Poets trying to write
We don't know how to rhyme
But, damn, we try
But all I really know
You're where I wanna go
The part of me that's you will never die
So when I'm all choked up
But I can't find the words
Every time we say goodbye
Baby, it hurts
When the sun goes down
And the band won't play
I'll always remember us this way

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#ladygaga
#小背心
#許靖韻