6. Words for Songs 1966-1968

Once in a while,
it rains in Los Angeles.
Wetting the red of the bird-of-paradise,
crying with me for my sorrow,
it rains in Los Angeles.

Once in a while,
it rains in Los Angeles.
Melting the red of taillights on the freeway,
washing me away,
it rains in Los Angeles.

The sky in Los Angeles is almost always fair and blue. People say that my face is always bright just like the sky of Los Angeles. But I do have a sorrow in my heart, which nobody knows, the sorrow nobody knows.

Once in a while,
it rains in Los Angeles.
Misting the tall palm trees,
suffering my Loneliness,
it rains in Los Angeles.

1966

Orange is in bloom, white.
Whispering in breezes,
our happiness will last forever
our dream is endless.
Let’s swear our love
 　on orange blossoms which will be fragrant
 　every springtime.

Orange flowers are falling over us.
Whispering in your black hair,
beautiful is only you,
I love only you.
Let’s swear our love
 　on orange blossoms which will be fragrant
 　every springtime.

Orange flowers smell sweet.
Whispering under the tree
our love is true,
we will grow it every day.
Let’s swear our love
 　on orange blossoms which will be fragrant
 　every springtime.

1968