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作曲 : 高井　康生

作词 : カヒミ・カリィ

I’m going to make a collage

I’m always cutting and pasting

The cup in front of my eyes is what I collage

The trumpet I hear is what I collage

The sound of the radio I hear is what I collage

The voice of you speaking and the things you speak of is what I collage

I’m listening to the sound of Tomas’ guitar on the Porte Maillot studio in Paris,

But, I wonder what the sound that Katerine hears of his guitar is like

The collage that I’m listening to is a collage of this collage

The collage that you’ re listening to is a collage of this collage

When I was a child the thing I used to wonder about

Thinking as I looked at the light of the car that reflected on the ceiling

I wonder why I don’ t know the actual moment of when I fall asleep

I was in my bed talking to my sister, and then the next moment I realized it was morning

I asked my sister about it, but she said that no one remembers thing like that

But, it didn’t satisfy me

And so, I always think about it

And then when I think it’s Sunday, it’s already Saturday

From one day I started to lock for the moment I go to sleep

Every night as I speck of different things with my sister in bed, I was looking out for that moment

But when I realized, it was morning

It was like that even on one of those nights that I couldn’t fall asleep smoothly

I think at times, even now

We fall asleep every night, but I wonder why I can’t sense it

When I go to sleep, even as I’ve grown older now, I still find it strange

One day, I found some nice shoes in a store

But my feet were too small for those shoes

I thought of giving up, but since I liked them so much, I decided to buy them

It was about the next day when I wore those shoes and went up the stairs

It’s the stairs I go up every day but I tripped like it was the first time I climbed them

It was like a surprise to myself

It was like an error on the computer

It felt like it was telling me that it was the wrong size for my feet

From then on, I experienced tripping down those stairs 2 or 3 times, but when I realized I was able to walk in those shoes smoothly

My body got used to my shoes

I found it was strange

Sometimes you come out in my dreams

Even though I don’t have feelings for you any more, I sill dream of you often

When you’re in my dreams you’re much nicer and we’re getting along really good

When I awake and think of you, I find myself not having any feelings for you, but I still dream of you often

I find it strange

I find myself more strange than anyone else finds it

In my apartment in Paris