シトラスジャイアントを知ってるかい？

花の咲く頃やってきて

昼も夜も、休まず働く

オレンジ頭のあの大男

シトラスジャイアントを知らないのかい？

村中の畑をくまなくまわり

お礼を言っても、頷くだけの

オレンジ畑のあの大男

それがずっと続いたせいで

皆は巨人を当てにした

当然 今年も来るものと思ってたのに

待てど暮せど巨人は来ない

The orange giant didn’t come,

but spring came all the same.

当たり前すぎて見えてなかった

いないとこんなに大変だなんて

The fields were ready, the tools were out

but no one called for him

シトラスジャイアントを知らないかい？

村中総出で探してるけど

どこから来てたか誰も知らない

オレンジ頭のあの大男

シトラスジャイアントを見てないかい？

山も森もくまなくまわり

名前を呼んでも、返事をしない

オレンジ畑のあの大男

あれがずっと続いたせいで

皆は巨人を当てにした

当然 今年も来るものと思ってたのに

待てど暮せど巨人は来ない

The orange giant didn’t come,

but we waited all the same.

いきなりすぎて信じられなかった

それがこんなに大事なんて

The tools were piled, the hands were still

but no one knew what to do

巨人はそれから一度も来ない

何かに疲れ、旅立ったのかも

消えてしまった大きな影を

追いかけている暇もなく

気づけば誰も話さなくなった

The orange giant didn’t come,

but we noticed less each day.

知らぬまにそれは普通になった

でもあの頃とは違っていたけれど

The paths grew quiet, his steps were gone

and no one asked again

シトラスジャイアントを覚えてるかい？

昔は毎年やってきたけど

今では村でも話を聞かない

オレンジみたいなあの大男

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"Citrus Giant"

Do you know the Citrus Giant?

He came each year when flowers bloomed

Worked through day and quiet night

That big orange-headed man

Never heard of the Citrus Giant?

He walked the fields from end to end

He only nodded when you thanked him

That quiet, steady man

We leaned on him for far too long

Assumed he’d always come along

Another year, we thought for sure

But no one came. Not anymore.

The orange giant didn’t come,

but spring came all the same.

We never saw how much he meant,

till things were never quite the same.

The fields were ready, the tools laid out

but no one called for him aloud

Haven’t seen the Citrus Giant?

We searched the hills and forest lines

But no one knew just where he came from—

That orange-headed man

Have you looked for the Citrus Giant?

We called his name, we walked all day

He never spoke, he never answered—

He simply slipped away

We trusted what had always been

Believed the cycle wouldn't end

But habits break, and people wait

And wait... and wait again

The orange giant didn’t come,

but we waited all the same.

Too sudden, too unreal to take

We never knew he meant so much

The tools were piled, the hands went still

and no one knew what to do or will

And still, the giant never came

Perhaps he left, too tired to stay

That shadow large, now blown away

We had no time to chase him down

And slowly, no one spoke his name

The orange giant didn’t come,

but we noticed less each day.

What once was strange became our life—

Though something never felt quite right

The paths grew quiet, his steps were gone

and no one asked, and life moved on

Do you still remember him?

The one who came when spring began

Now even stories fade and dim—

That orange-headed man