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 Solo Adventure of a Man Who Loves Bad Puns~
I think it was — let’s see — around 9 hours after departure from Narita
When I sleepily noticed 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 is not something you see often.
It used to be called Leningrad…”
“Ah, really? Finland, right?”
“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 guess you’d be giving me a proper scolding
My final destination is Paris, by the way
That’s difficult to pronounce properly — “Paris”
I’ll be spending a week going around wine fields with a rental car
I speak in simple French to everyone I meet, time passes by slowly
Just like that, I have to get back tomorrow, merci beaucoup
Ah, but I feel a little 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 are all laughing
Comment allez vous?
This is how love stories begin
When you’re just sitting around off-guard with your legs crossed
You won’t know what to do
Aren’t they pitiful, the skies so high?
If you were sitting beside me right now
I guess you’d be giving me another proper scolding
In the end, no matter which way I look at it
Everything I do is because I’m lonely without you
I loved you so much I could cry
If I could meet you just one more time
There are so many more things I would want to show you and talk to you about
I wonder if one day we’ll randomly bump into each other somewhere?
Perhaps I could actually be able to tell you a joke or three like nothing had changed
Or maybe you’d already be married to some elite businessman