JELLY English Translation Lyrics by Number_i
You pretended to be drunk in front of the convenience store, that was a hint,
But I completely missed that hint.
The neighbors stand there with their mouths wide open,
And there was just that one chance after all.
Maybe it was at that red light,
I played it cool but got nervous,
This isn’t a stage,
And definitely not Buddha either.
Usually, I can be so smooth,
But in front of you, I feel like a festival goldfish.
This is not an act,
My heart bounces like a T-shirt.
I’m a super player like Fukatsu,
But I’m so annoyed with myself.
Feeling like D’s VooDoo,
A bull that’s been stabbed (Woah-woah).
I’ve worked harder than anyone, I’m a player,
I don’t need anyone’s judgment.
In my studio,
Sometimes I recall your scent and it gets to me, babe.
What does jelly filled with “I love you” taste like? (Okay)
Hey, could it be that my summer is over and it’s already rotten? (Ooh-ooh)
I can’t say it, can’t say it, can’t say it,
Such terrible words.
On a day when nothing seems to work,
The summer perfume melts into jelly.
My feelings evaporate like jelly,
And if somehow they could reach your nose,
You’d probably remember and look back.
But we wouldn’t be there anymore (Number_i, let’s go!).
The beautifully launched fireworks leave behind ashes,
The burnt blackness lingered for half a year.
I’m into collecting fragrances now (Shush shush),
I want to elegantly style a romance, 90s.
You sang about the end of summer,
It feels like a farewell, and I’m scared it’s over.
Do you remember my scent?
Let’s call it even (let’s call it even), voice count (voice count).
Strawberry-flavored jelly,
The stag beetle devoured that summer’s Bullshh.
I’d be happy if this verse reached you.
Yeah,
N-U-M-B-E-R underbar “i.”
What does jelly filled with “I love you” taste like? (Okay)
Hey, could it be that my summer is over and it’s already rotten? (Ooh-ooh)
I can’t say it, can’t say it, can’t say it,
Such terrible words.
On a day when nothing seems to work,
The summer perfume melts into jelly.
What does jelly filled with “I love you” taste like? (Okay)
Hey, could it be that my summer is over and it’s already rotten? (Ooh-ooh)
I can’t say it, can’t say it, can’t say it,
Such terrible words.
On a day when nothing seems to work,
The summer perfume melts into jelly.