サンクト・ペテルブルグ ～ダジャレ男の悲しきひとり旅～
St. Petersburg
~The Sad Solitary Journey of a Man Who Loves Bad Puns~
It was — let’s see — around 9 hours after departure from Narita
As I sleepily saw from my window a faraway city, glittering with lights
“Seeing it this clearly without any clouds or mist…
I’ve actually flown this route many times,
But that’s not something you see very often.
It used to be called Leningrad…”
“Ah, Finland?”
“No, Russia.”
The stewardess smiled at me
Ah, such a pretty smile…!
This is how love stories begin
With meaningless, petty conversations like this
The sun sinks into the horizon and the sky turns dark
And if you were sitting beside me right now
I suppose you’d be giving me a proper scolding
By the way, my final destination is Paris
That’s difficult to pronounce — “Paris”
I’ll be spending a week there
Going around wine fields in a rental car
Speaking in simple French to everyone I meet, time passes slowly
And just like that, I have to fly home tomorrow, merci beaucoup
Ah, but I feel a bit lonely, beaucoup
Teary-eyed, I vigorously wave my hand
And before I notice it, I’ve lost the keys to my rental car
The children all laughing
Comment allez vous?
This is how love stories begin
Right when you’re just sitting around off-guard
You won’t know what to do
Aren’t they pitiful, the skies so high?
And if you were sitting beside me right now
I suppose you’d be giving me another proper scolding
But in the end
No matter what I see or do
It all leads back to you
I loved you so much I could cry
If I could see you even just one time more
There are so many things I’d want to show you
So many things I’d want to talk to you about
Maybe one day we’ll randomly bump into each other
And maybe I’ll actually be able to tell you a joke or three
Like nothing had ever changed
Or maybe you’ll already be married to some elite businessman