“Our Way (The Tourist Blues)” Verse 1: And now, the trip draws near, We’ve packed our bags, prepared to travel. My friends, the truth is clear— We’ve seen the sights, left grace unraveled. We posed where none should stand, At ancient walls, on sacred stages. Ignored respect’s demand, And stained our names across the ages. Chorus: こうかい すこしだけ いーすたーとう ちぇんまいでも はじさらし あゆんだ おさけとのみ はんせいせず じぶんのなまえを きざんだり わらったり そしていま みとめるよ じぶんらしく Verse 2: Yes, there were nights abroad, When judgment slipped, decorum shattered. In hostels, rude and flawed, We took the blankets, nothing mattered. In flights, midair, we smoked, The pilot sighed, “This ain’t your bar now!” Our welcome soon revoked, Escorted off—shamed in Chiang Mai now. Chorus: こうかい たくさんさ ばかなこと やりすぎたよ ばんりのちょうじょうで いたずらして ひんしゅくかった けれどわらったよ せかいじゅう しかめがお それでもね みとめるよ じぶんらしく Bridge: We’ve seen our names disgraced, From Moai scars to temples haunted. We’ve felt the stern embrace Of cuffs abroad—we were undaunted. And yet, our pride dissolved, When headlines flashed, our sins revealed. Our ignorance evolved, Now shame’s a wound not soon concealed. Verse 3: On Easter Isle’s shore, We etched our mark, a selfish blunder. Respect we did ignore— Now locals cry, the world in wonder. Detained, we bowed our heads, Aware of shame no smile erases. Regretful now instead, Haunted by scars on ancient faces. Final Chorus: いまは わかったよ たびするときは きをつけよう そんけいを わすれず やさしくあるこう まちをたいせつに あらためるよ おろかなこと しないように これからは やくそくさ じぶんらしく
