Текст песни Joe Hisaishi - Mei ga inai

Shaman Three Hands
And the wing over his shoulder ,
From his breathing
Candle flares .
And sometimes he himself ,
Himself does not know ,
A wide open soul
Toiling sings .

Shaman three hands ,
The world around like a dark room,
On the palms of gold
Painted eyes .
Sees pink dawn
Before the sun itself ,
And it seemed as if asleep
And he sees nothing .

Shaman Three Hands
Garden ruby rays
From his breathing
Candle flares .