８月のキリン(FLAC/MP3-320K)

BE&THE&VOICE&(ビーザボイス)

he’s a tall manstanding a head aboveso I call him kirin in my mindkirino’s his namewe used to go thereon sunny daysand we wasted time togetherwith the summer breeze blowingI miss youthere we did much ofnothing at allon familiar weedswe drank and we nappedit’s just too good a blessed dayfor us in Augusthis eye are tenderstarting into the distanceso I call him kirin in my mindwondering how he iswe used to go thereon summer daysand we wasted time togetherwith the summer breeze blowingI miss youthere we listened to the radioon familiar weedswe drank and we sangit’s just too gooda blessed day for uswith the summer breeze blowingI miss youthere we did much ofnothing at allon familiar weedswe drank and we laughedit’s just too good a blessed dayfor us in Augustnow I have been missingthose daysthat we wasted all togetherwith the summer breeze blowingI miss youthere we did much ofnothing at allon familiar weedswe drank and we nappedit’s just too gooda blessed day for uswith the summer breeze blowingI miss youI went that place again aloneon familiar weedsI drank with tearsit’s just too good a blessedday for me in Augusthe’s a good manI’ve just got a letter from Africa