The Lyrics Translations of Shane D. Anderson - NakamuraEmi: Purezento~Tsunagu~ (Present~Connect~)

Twinkling like a jewel, the town is warm with lights, the ringing bells sound special
People staring at the calendar
Toyshop, Jewelry shop, busy with adults waiting for wrapping, stop
A world created by Xmas in White Gold Green Red
Jesus Christ, repeating the bible with an unabating self-confidence and unfading teachings
Knowing nothing, not knowing history, our hearts dance during Xmas
It dances in this plentiful country, It dances in this plentiful country
So with an arbitrary feeling I’ll borrow Xmas and yell out

Pure hearts Overflow, a Santa Claus coming from somewhere
It’s not just any event, something more important than presents
That’s what parents instill in their children, things called “dreams,” without form
Being able to teach to believe, The greatest present which god gave

Shalalala shalalala Children sleeping tonight, adults showed us
Wrapped up in an appearance

Our high school age, loose socks absolutely every day
Wearing pants low was like the uniform rule, cellphone tools for dark tanned skin
They say these kids will shoulder Japan, They say Japan is already finished
Us that were looked at coldly by adults are already in our 30s

Although in our 30s we still see adults, do you think we’re not being looked at?
Right, forever being looked at by adults, Right, children forever staring
Those kids will become parents, those kids will raise children
Those children will become parents, although that chain is supposed to be magnificent

Adults that have lived through war, and adults that knew the bubble era
Us raised in a collapsed Japan, these kids raised in the Yurtori education system
We’re all raised in our own age, progressing to an unbelievable age
There’s no shadow of the children of the past, nobody to teach of the past

Blaming children, blaming the world, blaming Northern Japan
What’s the reason of those lame adults for saying so
But no matter what age we advance to, if a wolf raises a child, it’ll become a wolf
Children’s hearts are supposed to be pure, the chain of life is supposed to be magnificent

Today as well I cross the 246 pedestrian crossing holding pen and paper
Unclean letters rise to the surface, so I can raise my voice and shout
For children to have dreams, for them to be able to chase their dreams
Those that color these pure white hearts are adults I suppose

Pure hearts Overflow, a Santa Claus coming from somewhere
It’s not just any event, something more important than presents
That’s what parents instill in their children, things called “dreams,” without form
Being able to teach to believe, The greatest present which god gave