Mayo Naka Hitori
(Alone at Midnight)
 
Sakamoto Chika as Yaten/Sailor Starhealer
Lyrics: Takeuchi Naoko
Composed and arranged by Deguchi Masao
Translated by Alex Glover
 
 
KAMEREON no toiki  
nigotta EMERARUDO  
betsu ni IYAjanai kedo  
wareta SANGURASU  
mikazuki no GEEMU KONTORORAA  
futari oite sotto nuke dasu  
AIDORU no sekai kara  
Benkyou, RESSUN, soshite mayo naka  
tameiki bakari nemurenai....  
nemurippa nashino keitai denwa  
PURINSESU wa ima doko ni  

ashita mo mata, ano hito o zanashi  
MAIKU ni sasayaku  

kiiroi bara no hohoemi  
himo no kireba BASSHU  
betsu ni IYAjanai kedo  
gyakuten no tokei  
yaru kinai ginno SABAIBARU NAIFU  
futari oite sotto nuke dasu  
shounen no sekai kara  

MEIKU APPU, sentou, soshite mayo naka  
hoozubakari tsuraidake....  
tsuraku seiza hyou, utsusu MONITAA  
PURINSESU wa ima doko ni  

ashita mo mata, ano hito o zanashi  
GITAA o tsumabiku  

benkyou, RESSUN, soshite mayo naka  
KOOFII ireta, nantonaku....  
nazedaka ooku, toketeku MIRUKU  
PURINSESU wa ima doko ni...  

ashita mo mata ano hito o zanashi  
MAIKU ni sasayaku

The deep sigh of a chameleon
An impure emerald
I don't really mind it, but
Broken sunglasses
Crescent moon game controller
Leaving the other two I softly slip away
From the world of idols
Studying, lessons, and then it is midnight
Nothing but sighs, I can't sleep
My cell phone is still lying asleep
Where is our princess now...

Again tomorrow I will search for her
Whispering into the mike

The yellow smile of a rose
Sneakers with cut shoelaces
I don't really mind it, but
A reversed watch
A silver survival knife I won't use
Leaving the other two I softly slip away
From the world of boys...

Make up, battle, and then it is midnight
Just resting my chin, only hardships...
The painful star chart displayed on the monitor
Where is our princess now...

Again tomorrow I will search for her
Strumming my guitar

Studying, lessons, and then it is midnight
I made coffee, somehow or other
For some reason most of the milk is melting away
Where is our princess now...

Again tomorrow I will search for her
Whispering into the mike



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