SOULSOUP - Official HIGE DANdism Übersetzung ins Englische

SOULSOUP

声すら失うような 絶望味のスープを
一生に少なくとも一杯 飲まなくちゃならないみたいだ
怠惰や弱音を混ぜた 自家製の大ピンチが
今僕の目の前で湯気を立ててる 危険な色が渦巻く

息を吸った時に感じた 外野の香ばしさと
銀色の匙に映り込んだ 歪にこちらを睨む顔
「あんたじゃ役不足だ」と主張しているみたいだ
余計な五感は塞いだ

無謀な理想が五臓六腑に突き刺さる
ビターなこの現代と引き立て合ってクセになる
「変わった嗜好だ」って言われなくたって知ってる
でもご馳走様と共に僕は 僕で在り直したいんだ

震える指 汗ばむ襟 痛みと疲れと失敗を
憂いてても 拒んでても
もうマシになることはないだろう
流し込む度 増してく渇き 泡立つ不気味な祝杯を
一滴残さず飲み干すまで yeah!

独りきりで生きてた時より大盛りになったな
ギブアップなんて言える空気でもないよな
でも独りきりで生きて良いよと言われたとしたってもう
選ぶわけないほど あなたとの日々を欠かしたくないの

ご馳走様と共に僕は もう一度宿したいんだ
ため息に吹かれ冷めた心 沸かすような熱を

震える指 汗ばむ襟 痛みと疲れと失敗を
憂いてきて 拒んできて
もう諦めるのにも飽きたろう
流し込む度 増してく渇き 泡立つ不気味な祝杯を
咽せながら頂く それでこそ人生だろう

続く暮らし ふとした時 煮詰まる悩みや悲しみを
そこら中ぶちまけてしまいたくなるような時にこそ
止めるな匙 続け渇き 全ての未来に乾杯を
Give me 運命のカケラ この世の奥に隠れた
そいつを掬い出すまで（そして）
一滴残さず飲み干すまで yeah!

SOULSOUP

A soup of despair, so bitter it steals my voice,
It seems everyone must drink at least one cup in their life.
A homemade crisis, brewed with laziness and complaints,
Steams before me now, swirling with dangerous colors.

I breathe in, catching the scent of onlookers,
A distorted face glares back at me from the silver spoon.
It seems to be saying, "You're not enough for this."
I shut out those unnecessary senses.

Reckless ideals pierce my very core,
Complemented by this bitter modern age, it becomes addictive.
I already know you think it's a "strange taste,"
But with this feast, I want to become myself again.

Trembling fingers, sweaty collar, pain, fatigue, and failures,
Even if I grieve, even if I refuse,
Things will likely never get better.
With every gulp, the thirst intensifies, a bubbling, eerie toast,
Until I drain every last drop, yeah!

The portions are bigger now than when I lived alone.
It's not an atmosphere where I can just give up.
But even if you told me I could live alone again,
I wouldn't choose it, not when I can't bear to be without our days together.

With this feast, I want to lodge within you once more.
A warmth to rekindle my heart, chilled by sighs.

Trembling fingers, sweaty collar, pain, fatigue, and failures,
I've grieved, I've refused,
And I'm tired of giving up.
With every gulp, the thirst intensifies, a bubbling, eerie toast,
Choking it down, that's what life is all about.

As life goes on, in those moments when worries and sorrows simmer,
When I feel like spilling them everywhere,
Don't stop the spoon, continue the thirst, a toast to all the future holds.
Give me a fragment of destiny, hidden deep within this world,
Until I scoop it out (and then),
Until I drain every last drop, yeah!