Letra de Toradora - pre-preparade - opening 1 (en ingles)

Pre! Preparation!
I´m not strong
But pre! Pre-parade!
I´ll catch you someday!

P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, cracking apart
P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare

If you´re not paying attention, be prepared for a poking attack
from my fingers
I´m little, but I´ll squish you; you´re as tiny as a flea to me

What I want is a plastic heart (plus, plus, but it´s a minus)
But that´s boring; when I´d notice it, I´d have won against you

Love is something that´s bittersweet
Simple and clear yet complex and strange stuff
I´m only worrying about things that don´t matter
How does it feel? It feels like that
You´re gentle and sincere yet eccentric
I pretend to be strong all over and compete against you
Just by being honest, it´s so stimulating and I feel dizzy
I get hurt, I hurt you, in a preparation of pure feelings

P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, cracking apart
P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare

If I polish myself, I´ll still shine; limits don´t exist
Even if I´m little, there´s something that I can´t lose to anyone at

Endure it until I get closer to you (endure it, endure it, patience is important)
If you get any closer to me, I´ll crack

People are kind and stimulating
Refreshing fellows who suffer hardships
Even when they want to cry, they grin from ear to ear
How does it feel? It feels like a loss
You´re brilliant and totally active
I mount surprise attacks on you with a bold attitude to get my revenge
Just by going straight ahead, I´m driven by anxiety and I feel nervous
In my head, there´s always a pre-parade of pure feelings all by myself

Love is something that´s bittersweet
Simple and clear yet complex and strange stuff
I´m only worrying about things that don´t matter
How does it feel? It feels like that
You´re gentle and sincere yet eccentric
I pretend to be strong all over and compete against you
Just by being honest, it´s so stimulating and I feel dizzy
I get hurt, I hurt you, in a preparation of pure feelings
In my head, there´s always a pre-parade of pure feelings all by myself