Poketto ni Kakushita Tebukuro (The Hidden Gloves in my Pocket)

Lyrics and sung by: Inoue Kikuko
Backup vocals: Hisakawa Aya, Touma Yumi
Translated by: Tetris no Miko (May ’03)
Mezamashi to mama no koe no haamonii de okiru no
Asa nebou warui kuse mo kesa dake naotteru

Shawaa abite kami o totonoete
Tenki yohou gogo wa yukidaruma no maaku na no

Kitakaze ibatteru fuyu no machi ni kakedasu keredo
Yakusoku no kouen kata o daita koibito bakari
Aa! Anata matsu koto mo taisetsu na jikan

Futari kiri sugosu no wa kinchou no renzoku de
Hankachi o nigirishime shinzou wa hato tokei

Soba ni ite mo mada fuan dakara
Mitsumechau no maru de umaretate no hiyoko da ne

Ohi-sama kakurenbo itsu no ma ni ka yuki ga futteru
Anata kuchi o akete nomikomu mane warawaseru kedo
Aa! Kajikanda yubi ni kizuite ne hayaku

Tebukuro poketto ni kakushiteru no yo My heart

Anata ni mamorarete arukidashita hajimete no michi
Shiranakatta sekai maru de tobidasu ehon mitai
Aa! Tsunaida kono te o hanasanai de ite

Fuyu no kono nukumori kami-sama kara no purezento ne
Wagamama na tenshi ga hitomi no naka mizu asobi suru
Aa! Shiawase sugite mo koborechau namida

I awaken with the harmony of my alarm clock and Mom’s voice.
For some reason, my poor waking habits are cured today.

I take a shower and fix my hair.
The weather forecast shows snowmen icons in the afternoon.

I run out into the winter streets with the northern breeze.
But the park where we’re supposed to meet is filled with snuggling lovers.
Ah! Waiting for your arrival is also precious time to me.

Our time spent alone together brings continuous anxiety
I clench onto my handkerchief and my heart is a cuckoo clock

Even when we’re together, I still don’t feel too comfortable.
When our eyes meet, I almost look like a newborn chick.

Mr. Sun hides away and before you know it, snow is falling.
You make me laugh as you pretend to eat the snowflakes.
Ah! Please hurry and notice my fingers are cold.

I hid my gloves in my pocket. My heart

This is my first time out in the city with you by my side.
This world is new to me, almost like a pop-up picture book
Ah! Please don’t let go of my hand.

This warmth in the dead of winter must be a gift from God.
The selfish angels are swimming and dancing in my eyes.
Ah! Even though I’m overcome with happiness, a tear rolls out.