Southern Wind
Akina Nakamori
Southern Wind
Like greeting the southern wind
Naturally, my body finds the rhythm
Spinning my Panama hat with my fingers
The fruit liquor on the table arrived
A message from an unknown person
Confusion between my back and lower back is intense
Sitting on a white chair
Resting my chin on my hands
Feeling a bit like a movie
Raising my hair melancholically
A dangerous heart
This summer, shadows' silhouette
Taking a break from the hot body
If you see through the clear line, strike a pose
Charming familiar men
Reflecting on the seaside
Involuntarily raising my hand
Above the white yacht, a shining young man
Dazzling eyes
Charming familiar men
Even the hotel window hears them
Letting their rough hair flutter
Mischievously winking for a moment
Who knows if it's dangerous