Lyrics to Momoiro No Kaze (english)
A wind suddenly blew here one day
Its color a sweet and sorrowful shade of peach
It appeared unexpectedly and
Softly stroked my breast
Softly, and then gradually
It finished dyeing the depths of my breast
In a sweet and sorrowful shade of peach
It finished dyeing the depths of my breast
You whom I love, what is the color of your breast? I would like to know
Are you aware that it has been dyed?
The wind that dyed my breast
Called to and awoke a wind of my own
Invited by a sweet scent
I call to and awake the wind
Woken, the wind carries away
Many feelings, to reach you
Like the way you did it to me
The wind dyes you from behind
You whom I love, what is the color of your breast? I would like to know
If only I can dye you well
Oh, wind Where is your scent?
Did you dye well? Did you try?
Why do people use words
Not knowing of a wind laden with meaning
Blind to a colored wind
Unaware of its drifting scent
Even so, the wind continues to blow
No matter how many times That's right No matter how many times
To find out what color you are, and
To dye you in my colors
You whom I love, what is the color of your breast? I would like to know
Is it being dyed in my colors?
The wind knows not of decay
Because I want to be at your side
Please, in a color that's solely mine...
Oh, wind
Its color a sweet and sorrowful shade of peach
It appeared unexpectedly and
Softly stroked my breast
Softly, and then gradually
It finished dyeing the depths of my breast
In a sweet and sorrowful shade of peach
It finished dyeing the depths of my breast
You whom I love, what is the color of your breast? I would like to know
Are you aware that it has been dyed?
The wind that dyed my breast
Called to and awoke a wind of my own
Invited by a sweet scent
I call to and awake the wind
Woken, the wind carries away
Many feelings, to reach you
Like the way you did it to me
The wind dyes you from behind
You whom I love, what is the color of your breast? I would like to know
If only I can dye you well
Oh, wind Where is your scent?
Did you dye well? Did you try?
Why do people use words
Not knowing of a wind laden with meaning
Blind to a colored wind
Unaware of its drifting scent
Even so, the wind continues to blow
No matter how many times That's right No matter how many times
To find out what color you are, and
To dye you in my colors
You whom I love, what is the color of your breast? I would like to know
Is it being dyed in my colors?
The wind knows not of decay
Because I want to be at your side
Please, in a color that's solely mine...
Oh, wind
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