Song for a friend
To Goemon Ishikawa,
that unaware of his own scimitar,
collects black curls and goes,
in foreign land,
to fight for one's life,
with the courage that we
always we would like to see
in the heart of a man.
She is the sword rider.
My translation
I wonder if you thought I was stupid.
from the moment I wandered of desire in desire
asking you to wait for me.
You can't believe what they told you, you don't know?
Yeah, I know it's hard when all you have is my word.
and my request: wait, wait, wait for me.
I waited for you, too, and wait, I waited for hours,
And who knows if you have waited for me
Who knows if
Wait for me.
Come on, we both knew I wouldn't have been steady.
but loving you is such a vibration for me,
That's why I ask you
Wait for me! Wait for me!
Without you, I can't sleep
I spend the night counting the stars
praying and hoping you're waiting for me.
It'll come when I stop
when, in the end, I will have paid my accounts
and I can stop, but until that day
you will have to believe
And you know why?
Because I waited for you, and waited and waited,
I've been waiting for you for a life, and you?
You waited
Me?
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