Paroles et traduction My Hair is Bad - Kakumeiwa Itsumo

Kakumeiwa Itsumo

九月 旅客機が ビルを壊してた
真っ黒いパンジーが 盛大に咲いてた
眺めていたんだ ずっとテレビが泣いてた
悲しくなかった

卒業式 女子達が泣いてた
溢れた涙が頬を伝ってた
拭えば拭うほど ただ泣けない奴が
悪者みたいだ さよなら

逆らいたいなんて思わない
革命が起きて 逆さまになっていくだけ
ブラックコーヒーとビーカーと居残り
第二理科室で 僕は悪魔に 猛反抗期へ

全部嫌だった まだ幼かったんだ
弁当なんて 殆ど残して捨てた
生徒が握った采配 担任の真の正体
鐘は鳴っていたんだ

塾から帰ると 明かりがついてた
家の匂いとか 夕飯が待ってた
暖かい気がしたんだ でもなんでなんだろう
そんなんいらない うざいんだって
言ってしまった反抗期

間違いたいなんて思わない
革命が起きて ♠︎の3が死ぬだけ
きっと遠い恋 マドンナシナリオに
誰にも言わずに 君にも言えずにいただけ

ずっとキラキラしていたいのに
当人 革命に革命が起きてまたふりだしへ
ブラックコーヒーとビーカーと居残り
第二理科室で 机に書いた 猛反抗期へ

Kakumeiwa Itsumo

In September, an airliner had crashed into a building,
Black pansies had bloomed in full glory.
I had watched TV, it kept crying.
But I didn't feel sad.

At graduation, the young ladies had cried.
Their tears streamed down their cheeks.
I wiped and wiped but there was one who couldn't stop crying.
She seemed like an outcast; farewell.

I don't feel like rebelling.
A revolution would just turn everything upside down.
With my black coffee, a beaker in hand, and staying late,
I'm in full rebellion mode in the second science lab, a devil.

I used to hate everything. I was so immature.
I used to leave most of my lunch uneaten and throw it away.
The student body's power, the true identity of the homeroom teacher.
The bell had rung.

The lights were on when I got home from cram school.
The familiar smell of home, dinner was waiting.
It felt warm but I wondered why.
I didn't need any of it, it was annoying.
I said in the midst of my rebellion.

I don't feel like being wrong.
A revolution would just happen and the three of spades would die.
It's probably a distant love, a Madonna scenario,
I haven't told anyone, I couldn't even tell you.

I've always wanted to shine brightly,
But when the revolution happened, it started all over again.
With my black coffee, a beaker in hand, and staying late,
I'm in full rebellion mode in the second science lab, scrawling it on my desk.