Lyrics and translation pinocchioP - SLoWMoTIoN

SLoWMoTIoN

すろぉもぉしょん ゆっくり変わってゆく

コンビニよって 弁当買って
部屋に帰って テレビを見てた
クイズの答え 妥協と知って
夢と答える ボケを続けて

熱が出ちゃって 薬を飲んで
布団潜って 目を閉じていた
君のマヌケな 顔が浮かんで
まだ死にたくない なんてのぼせながら

十代 ドヤ顔で悟った人
二十代 恥に気づいた人
三十代 身の丈知った人
そのどれもが全部 同じ人

汗をかいて 寝巻きを着替えたら
時計の針 午前零時
この曲は今 一分とちょっと
あなたは今 生まれて何年？

すろぉもぉしょん 幼少から老年まで
こんでぃしょん 躁鬱の乱高下で
粘着でも 不精でもない愛 ひとつ届けたいのに
こみゅにけぇしょん 狙いすぎは滑って
おぉでぃしょん 審美眼も老眼になって
恥の多い生涯なんて 珍しいもんじゃないし
大丈夫だよ

好みによって パーツいじって
愛を与える ビジネス知って
過ぎた時間と この瞬間と
残り時間が 深夜混ざって

咳が酷くて 水飲み干して
深呼吸して また考えた
鼻をすすって 平和願って
くしゃみをしたら 吹き飛ぶ諸行無常を

かつては 無邪気に笑えた人
つまづいても 涙こらえた人
だんだん くたびれた顔の人
そして しわの増えた 同じ人

ぬるくなった 冷えピタを取り替えて
時間は まだ丑三つ時
この曲は残り 二分とちょっと
あなたの寿命は あと何年？

ぐらでゅえぃしょん 入学から卒業まで
ぱぁてぃしょん 水面下で喧嘩しあって
忘れちゃいけないこと以外は どうでもよくなりゃいいのに
いまじねぇしょん 刺激で鈍化しちゃって
れりじょん 盲目な先入観で
変顔のイカス遺影だって あざといとつつかれる
そんなもんだよ

のらりくらり のたうちまわり
じわりじわり 見覚えのない場所に

感傷 感傷に 身をやつしても
へっくしょん へっくしょん くしゃみは馬鹿っぽいな
ぐーすぴー ぐーすぴー 鼻づまりの笛を
合図に 夜が明けてく

すろぉもぉしょん 朝になって熱引いて
こんでぃしょん 快晴の青天井で
反省したり 調子こいたり のんびり くたばっていく
すろぉもぉしょん アイドルだって歳くって
わいどしょう 賑わせて骨になって
生まれた時と最後の時が ゆっくり繋がる 不思議

こんびねぇしょん 良い人に出会うため
くえすちょん 良い人ってどんなんかね？
恥の多い生涯なんて どんがらがっちゃんそれそれ
すっからかんのほれほれ 珍しいもんじゃないし
大丈夫だよ

たぶん

すろぉもぉしょん...

ゆっくり終わってゆく

SLoWMoTIoN

Slowly changing, in slow motion

Stopping at the convenience store to buy a boxed meal
Going back to my room and watching TV
Knowing that the answer to the quiz is a compromise
Continuing to answer with the old joke of "dream"

Getting a fever and taking medicine
Going under the covers in bed and closing my eyes
Your silly face comes to mind
Feverishly thinking, "I don't want to die yet."

As a teenager, acting smug, thinking you have it all figured out
In your twenties, realizing how shameful you were
In your thirties, finally understanding your limitations
But in the end, they're all the same person

After sweating and changing into my pajamas
The clock strikes midnight
This song is now a little over a minute long
How many years have you been alive?

From childhood to old age, in slow motion
With extreme ups and downs in my manic-depressive state
I want to deliver a love that isn't clingy or lazy, but I can't
I try too hard to communicate, and it just comes off as awkward
My sense of beauty is fading with age, and I'm becoming nearsighted
A life full of shame is nothing special
It's okay.

Changing my body based on my preferences
Learning about the business of giving love
The past, the present, and the future
All blending together in the depths of the night

My coughing is severe, and I drink all of the water
Taking a deep breath, thinking again
Sniffling, praying for peace
Sneezing away the impermanence of all things

Once, a person who laughed innocently
Tripped and fell, but held back the tears
Your face gradually becoming more worn and tired
And now, the same person with wrinkles

I replace the cold pack that has become lukewarm
It's still the hour of the ox
This song has a little over two minutes remaining
How many more years do you have left to live?

From entering school to graduating
Fighting under the surface, pretending
It would be nice if I could just forget everything except what's truly important
My imagination has become dull from all the stimulation
Blindly following my preconceived notions, like a religion
Even an edgy, cool-looking posthumous photo would be criticized as being too self-serving
That's just how it is.

Writhing around, half-heartedly
Slowly drifting to an unfamiliar place

Even if I wallow in sentimentality
A sneeze is such a foolish thing
A whistle of a stuffy nose
As a signal that the night is ending

In slow motion, the fever subsiding in the morning
The sky is clear and blue, a perfect day
Reflecting on my past, feeling smug, and slowly dying
Idols too, age in slow motion
Eventually becoming bones as part of the scenery
The strange connection between the moment of birth and the final moment

To meet a good person, that's the combination
The question is, what is a good person?
A life full of shame, no big deal
Empty and hollow, nothing special
It's okay.

Perhaps

In slow motion...

Slowly coming to an end