YANAGAWA LOVE BOAT [Intro] Drifting, drifting, the little boat goes, drawing willow shadows across the water. When even the sky begins to float below, you and I go down the river. [Verse 1] The bamboo pole slips softly in, and one small ripple opens and fades. Willows swaying, water swaying, the boat glides quietly on its way. Beneath a low bridge we bow our heads, and suddenly your shoulder is close. I pretend not to notice, looking straight ahead, while a little breeze passes between us. [Pre-Chorus] There's no need to hurry, is there? The river doesn't. The willows don't. Round a bend, gently rocking, then another bend— we simply drift through this day. [Chorus] A turtle lifts its head above the water, a blue heron stands beside our boat. I look above— a blue, blue sky. Then casually I glance beside me— blue heron, blue sky, and that blue beard again. Willows swaying, water swaying, even my eyes begin to sway. [Verse 2] Beyond the eaves, a single flower falls to the water and floats away. The pole touches the riverbed— tap— and the boat turns smoothly around. The boatman's song drifts over the water. I wonder what you're looking at. I pretend I'm watching the scenery, but all I see is your profile. [Pre-Chorus] When a bridge comes, we lower our heads. Once we're through, we look at the sky. One bridge, then another— and little by little, we don't need words anymore. [Chorus] Another turtle peeks above the water. Beyond the willows, a blue heron stands. I look above— a blue, blue sky. Then casually I glance beside me— blue heron, blue sky, and there you are again. No matter how many times I look, somehow my eyes come back to you. [Bridge] Where are we drifting? Who can say— this boat, this river, the two of us. Once we arrive, the journey is over. I know that, so please, don't say it. Just one more bridge. Just one more bend. Let us drift a little farther. [Final Chorus] Drifting, Yanagawa, our little boat of love. Blue sky on the water, willows in reflection. A turtle peeks out, a blue heron stands, and beside me, you pretend not to notice. Blue heron, blue sky, and there you are again. Don't let us arrive just yet. A little longer. Willows swaying, water swaying— blue heron, blue sky, and there you are again. My Yanagawa, my little boat of love.
