Not Worth the Confession(ざんげの値打ちもない Zangeno Neuchimonai) by Kitahara Mirei(北原ミレイ)

歌名: ざんげの値打ちもない

唄: 北原ミレイ

作詞: 阿久悠

作曲: 村井邦彦

発売日: 1970年10月

レコード会社: 徳間ジャパンコミュニケーションズ

あれは二月の　寒い夜

やっと十四に　なった頃

窓にちらちら　雪が降り

部屋はひえびえ　暗かった

愛というのじゃ　ないけれど

私は抱かれて　みたかった

あれは五月の　雨の夜

今日で十五と　云う時に

安い指輪を　贈られて

花を一輪　かざられて

愛と云うのじゃ　ないけれど

私は捧げて　みたかった

あれは八月　暑い夜

すねて十九を　超えた頃

細いナイフを　光らせて

にくい男を　待っていた

愛と云うのじゃ　ないけれど

私は捨てられ　つらかった

あれは何月、風の夜

とうに二十も過ぎた頃

鉄の格子の空を見て

月の姿がさみしくて

愛と云うのじゃないげれど

私は誰かが　ほしかった

そしてこうして　暗い夜

年も忘れた　今日のこと

街にゆらゆら　灯りつき

みんな祈りを　するときに

ざんげの値打ちも　ないけれど

私は話して　みたかった

Kamei: Zangeno Neuchimonai
Uta: Kitahara Mirei
Kashi: Aku Yu'u
Sakkyoku: Murai Kunihiko
Hatsubaibi: 10/1970
Reko-do gaisha: Tokuma Japan Komyunikēshonzu

Arewa nigatsuno samui yoru
Yatto jūshininatta koro
Madoni chirachira yukiga furi
Heyawa hiebie kurakatta
Aito iunoja naikeredo
Watashiwa dakarete mitakatta

Arewa gogatsuno ameno yoru
Kyōde jūgoto iu tokuni
Yasui yubiwawo okurarete
Hanawo ichirin kazararete
Aito iunoja naikeredo
Watashiwa sasagete mitakatta

Arewa hachigatsu atsui yoru
Sunete jūkuwo koeta koro
Hosoi naifuwo hikarasete
Nikui otokowo matteita
Aito iunoja naikeredo
Watashiwa suterare tsurakatta

Arewa nangatsu, kazeno yoru
Tōni hatachimo sugita koro
Tetsuno kōshino sorawo mite
Tsukino sugataga samishikute
Aito iunoja naikeredo
Watashiwa darekaga hoshikatta

Soshite kōshite kurai yoru
Toshimo wasureta kyōno koto
Machini yurayura akari tsuki
Min'na inoriwo suru tokini
Zangeno neuchimo naikeredo

Watashiwa hanashite mitakatta

Song Name: Not Worth the Confession

Singer: Kitahara Mirei

Lyrics: Aku Yuu

Composer: Murai Kunihiko

Release Date: 10/1970

Record Label: Tokuma Japan Communications Co., Ltd.

It was a February, a cold night

Around the time when I finally became fourteen

Snow fluttered to the ground beyond the window

My room was cold and dark

Though it really wasn't love

I wanted to be held (by someone)

It was May, a rainy night

The day when I became fifteen

I was sent a cheap ring

I was given a single flower

Though it really wasn't love

I wanted to devote myself (to someone)

It was August, a steamy night

Shortly after sulking past nineteen

I let a thin knife glitter

I waited for the man I hated

Though it really wasn't love

I was thrown away and hurt inside

Which month was it, a windy night

Long time past twenty

Looking up at the iron grid sky

The moon's appearance felt lonely

Though it really wasn't love

I was yearning for anyone

And so now, in this dark night

Even forgotten by the year, today

The city's lights waver as they turn on

Around the time when everyone prays

Though it's not worth the confession

I wanted to tell my story to someone

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