Romaji

Aenai...
Nagai nagai nichiyoubi
Anata wo zutto matteru dake
Suki yo suki yo daisuki yo
Tsutaerarenai nichiyoubi

Deatta no wa hyon na kikkake
Saikin denwa mainichi shiteru
Baito no koto tomodachi no koto
Kanjin na koto ni furenu mama

Eiga no yakusoku wo shita
Sono hi ni natte mo
Aenai...

Nagai nagai nichiyoubi
Kyuu ni baito ga haitta nante!
"Owattara sugu denwa suru"
Meeru ga tatta no
Ichigyou

Nagai nagai nichiyoubi
Anata wo zutto matteru dake
Yuuki dashite daisuki yo
Tsutaerarenai nichiyoubi

Machikirenaide denwa shichatta
Dakedo touzen choku de rusugoe
Masaka hontou wa hoka no dare ka to...
Ikenai fuu ni kangaechau

Mou sugu yuugata ni naru
Meiku mo kuzurechau
Aitai...

Nagai nagai nichiyoubi
Sukoshi wa omoidashiteru ka na
Suki yo suki yo daisuki yo
Tsutaerarenai nichiyoubi

Aenai...

Nagai nagai nichiyoubi
Baito no juusho kiitokya yokatta
Denwa to zutto niramekko
Naichaisou da yo
Shiranai...

Nagai nagai nichiyoubi
Anata wo zutto matteru dake
Suki yo suki yo daisuki yo
Tsutaerarenai nichiyoubi

English

I can’t see you…
It’s a long, long Sunday
I just spend the whole day waiting for you
I love you, I love you, I really love you
But I can’t tell you this Sunday

We met by chance
Lately I’ve been calling you every day
Talking about my part time job, my friends
But not getting to what I really wanted to say

We promised to go see a movie
But the day comes
And I can’t see you…

It’s a long, long Sunday
And you say you’ve suddenly had to go to work
“I’ll call you as soon as I’m done”
Your email
Is only one line long

It’s a long, long Sunday
I just spend the whole day waiting for you
I can’t get up the courage
To tell you I love you this Sunday

Unable to wait, I called you
But of course it went straight to your answerphone
A nasty thought occurs to me
Could it be that you're with someone else…?

Soon it’ll be the evening
My makeup’s coming off
I want to see you…

It’s a long, long Sunday
Are you thinking of me, just a little?
I love you, I love you, I really love you
But I can’t tell you this Sunday

I can’t see you…

It’s a long, long Sunday
I wish I’d asked the address of the place where you work
I spend the day having a staring match with the phone
I’m about to cry
I'm not talking to you anymore…

It’s a long, long Sunday
I just spend the whole day waiting for you
I love you, I love you, I really love you
But I can’t tell you this Sunday