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Good at That Time

I don't think there is any sadness
that time does not relieve.
I'd lose you and I thought I needed a long time to get through.
 
But now it's all like
it was a long time ago.
Sometimes it becomes an unknowable sorrow to me.
 
Once I was empty
without you.
But somehow I think you'd come to me.
 
I was not lonely in my longing for you.
So love and farewell were good at that time.
 
On the last day of my breakup,
I hated you and I had a bad heart.
Yeasterday I spent a long night.
 
But now it's all like
it was a long time ago.
Sometimes it becomes an unknowable sorrow to me.
 
Once I was empty
without you.
But somehow I think you'd come to me.
 
I was not lonely in my longing for you.
So love and farewell were good at that time.
 
Now I'm used to the reality
without you.
I feel sad to feel alone.
 
But our memories will be with me.
So love and farewell were good at that time.
 

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Do you happen to know that?
that I love you
You know, sometimes you're kind of absent-minded,
I used to steal a look.
I don't know if that's gonna happen.
I spoke in a cold, cold tone,
I don't have the confidence to hide any more.
 
I know that much.
that you love me
Your stupid way of speaking and yours
a once-in-a-lifetime stare
But what I'm worried about is...
It's just that the world doesn't understand us.
That's what it's all about.
 
Does that matter?
I will
love one's heart
Remember what I'm saying.
Because I love you
I don't want you to get hurt.
 
Because I believe in our love
 
Does that matter?
I will
love one's heart
Remember what I'm saying.
Because I love you
I don't want you to get hurt.
 
Because I believe in our love
 
Our love~ Our love~
 

Independent, unhumiliated

Many armed men came here along, many tears were shed,
but they came back with an orchestra, since there is one victory.
So the willows were shaking and the black elder was blossoming
When they went to the independent (land) across mountains and rivers.
 
Independent, unhumiliated she always was, will be, and is.
Winged with the white of an eagle she beats with the rhythm of our hearts.
Independent, unhumiliated she will never disappear from the maps again,
´cause she’s our, ´cause she’s free, ´cause her name is POLAND, POLAND.
 
The dust hasn’t yet fallen from the road, the poppy is still red,
but time wrote so many new days and dates into history.
All are known and still familiar, since they belong to us
And that Chopin tune, that is sounding in our hearts.
 
Independent, unhumiliated she always was, will be, and is.
Winged with the white of an eagle she beats with the rhythm of our hearts.
Independent, unhumiliated she will never disappear from the maps again,
´cause she’s our, ´cause she’s free, ´cause her name is POLAND, POLAND.
 
Independent, unhumiliated she will never disappear from the maps again,
´cause she’s our, ´cause she’s free, ´cause her name is POLAND.
Independent, unhumiliated she will never disappear from the maps again,
´cause she’s our, ´cause she’s free, ´cause her name is POLAND, POLAND.