マジック・ペインティング(majikkupeinteingu) ゴダイゴ
- Lyricist:
Y. Narahashi(wainarahashi)
- Composer:
Y. Takekawa(waitakekawa)
- Release Date:11-21-1993
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I found a painting in a musty trunk
And as I blew the dust away
I remembered seeing it long ago
A view from my window in early May
I stared deep into it for sometime
Then it began to grow larger and larger
And as if the window had disappeared
I was pulled into it by an unknown caller
The magic painting , the magic painting
The magic painting , the magic painting
The magic painting , the magic painting
The magic painting , the magic painting
THERE I AM ! ! !
I can smell those fields
The wind like an old familiar friend
The path leading to that little river
I follow it down until the bend
I dip my fingers into the icy stream
Crystal clear and running fast
And further up see our hill
I stood still hoping it would last
I could have kept walking up to the hill
But it hurt too much to go so deep
I retraced my steps to the edge of the window
Tasting and drinking everything I could see
Then in an instant I returned to now
Holding the dusty painting again
But my cheeks were red , my hair wind - blown
The breath of freedown on my lips again
The magic painting , the magic painting
The magic painting , the magic painting
And as I blew the dust away
I remembered seeing it long ago
A view from my window in early May
I stared deep into it for sometime
Then it began to grow larger and larger
And as if the window had disappeared
I was pulled into it by an unknown caller
The magic painting , the magic painting
The magic painting , the magic painting
The magic painting , the magic painting
The magic painting , the magic painting
THERE I AM ! ! !
I can smell those fields
The wind like an old familiar friend
The path leading to that little river
I follow it down until the bend
I dip my fingers into the icy stream
Crystal clear and running fast
And further up see our hill
I stood still hoping it would last
I could have kept walking up to the hill
But it hurt too much to go so deep
I retraced my steps to the edge of the window
Tasting and drinking everything I could see
Then in an instant I returned to now
Holding the dusty painting again
But my cheeks were red , my hair wind - blown
The breath of freedown on my lips again
The magic painting , the magic painting
The magic painting , the magic painting
