Shumatsu Gloomy - Saucy Dog Übersetzung ins Englische

Shumatsu Gloomy

ただいま 暗い部屋
とりあえずテレビをつけて
遅めの夕飯、夕刊にこぼした
お茶拭き取り込み上げる
寂しさ。
家を出て自由になったつもりだった
毎日の野菜のない生活
あぁ あなたがいないせいか。

もううるさいって、あぁ窮屈だなって
思ってたあの日が恋しくって
あぁ大人になって、「ねぇ。ありがとう」って
伝えたい時に側に居ない

酔っ払い金曜日 今夜は歌って
まだまだ夜が更けるまで
誰かと居たいのだ。でも心は晴れないや
壊れそうな夢と現実の
ギャップから目を背けんのは
独りで居たくないだけなのさ

おかえりのない部屋
昨日見た今日のリピートで
彩った瞬間 歪んだ一週間
それなりつまらない習慣

鏡を見るのも嫌になる
そんな日だってあるんだぜ

記憶の中の幸せを集めて
今日も頑張って生きている
"もっと輝いていたい"
と思ってはいるけど足がすくんで

置いてきた日々が僕を連れて明日へ
「ウダウダしてちゃダメ、あなたが選んだ道。
頑張ってなんて言わないわ。信じてる。」

限界のジャッジを下して
屍みたいな足取りで
毎日を繰り返すロボットに成りすまして
夢を追いかけて転んで
だからってもう諦めないで
誰かがきっと待ってる

失敗したって待ってはくれない
結局は自分のステージで
認めて欲しいのだ、周りからのイメージは
きっと曖昧で不確かなピントで
カッコ悪く映っても良いから
自分が見たい未来だけを信じて

Weekend Gloom

I'm home, to a dark room.
I turn on the TV, just because.
A late dinner, tea spilled on the evening paper.
I wipe it up, a sigh escaping my lips.
Loneliness.
I thought I'd be free when I left home.
A life without vegetables, without you.
Ah, is it because you're not here?

I used to think you were so noisy, so suffocating.
Now I miss those days.
Ah, now that I'm an adult, I want to say, "Thank you."
But you're not here when I want to tell you.

Drunken Friday night, singing along to the music.
Until the night grows late.
I want to be with someone, but my heart won't clear up.
The gap between fragile dreams and reality.
I can't look away from it.
I just don't want to be alone.

A room with no "welcome home."
A repeat of yesterday, playing out today.
A distorted week, painted with fleeting moments.
A rather boring routine.

I hate even looking in the mirror.
There are days like that, you know.

Gathering the happy memories I have of you.
I'm trying my best to live through today.
"I want to shine brighter,"
I think, but my feet are frozen in place.

The days I left behind are carrying me toward tomorrow.
"You can't mope around, this is the path you chose.
I won't tell you to 'do your best.' I believe in you."

Judging myself at my limit.
Dragging my feet like a corpse.
Pretending to be a robot, repeating the same day over and over.
Chasing dreams, stumbling and falling.
But I won't give up, not yet.
Someone is surely waiting for me.

Time won't wait for my failures.
Ultimately, it's on my own stage.
I want to be recognized, but the image others have of me
Is surely blurry and out of focus.
It's okay if I look uncool.
I'll just believe in the future I want to see.