Paroles et traduction Naotaro Moriyama - 夕暮れの代弁者

夕暮れの代弁者

ごめん俺、嘘付いた 言った手前後引けず
でもいつだって俺らの付く嘘はホントの嘘だよ
確かにあの日は風が良くって なんでも許せる気持ちだったろ
あれ、又? 嘘付いた 昨日の今日で性懲りもなく
格好ばっかり付けちゃうんだよ つゆ知らず
中身はいつでもモロ後付けで どうにかここまでやって来たよな

こうしてこの道行くのも 百まで続きゃ儲けもの
だって永遠なんてどこにもないぜ あっても見えない仕組みじゃん
神様って誰だろな ホントにいたらたまげるけどさ
でもどっかにいるって信じているよ 下北辺りで酔いどれてるさ

金網越しのあの夕暮れが きっと俺らの青春なんだ
錆びたギターを掻き鳴らしては か細い声で一切合切喝采したさ
ガードレールに滲む影 環状線に落ちる雨
歌にならない言葉の種が 風に吹かれて俺には見えるよ

ごめん今、嘘付いた チーチーパッパ チーパッパ
ホレ! 言い訳なんざぁそもそもないよ 悪しからず
嘘も気合でただ貫けば 真実みたいに見えてくんじゃね

思い出なんてもういらねえ 小さな恋の夕間暮れ
懐かしみきれぬ思い出は 野良犬風情にやってくれ
堂々巡り生きてても のうのうたかがデモクラシー
格好つけてる場合じゃねーぞ のんびりするのも悪かぁないけど

煙突屋根の向こうの方に いつか俺らも旅をしたよな
夢見る自由は教わらなくとも ずっと前から端からここにある
インターネットのお陰さま 天晴! 裸の王様
歌う時代の革命児 ホントのことがある気がしてさ

月の裏側で会いましょう その後カフェでお茶しましょう
そっか人間なんて容れ物ですと どっかで誰かが吹いてらぁ
母さん夜な夜なあなたが 聞かせてくれた子守唄
赤いポストに投げ込んだのは 涙涙の都会の暮らし

金網越しのあの夕暮れが きっと俺らの青春なんだ
錆びたギターを掻き鳴らしては か細い声で一切合切喝采したさ
ガードレールに滲む影 環状線に落ちる雨
歌にならない言葉の種が 風に吹かれて俺には見えるよ

インターネットのお陰さま 天晴! 裸の王様
歌う時代の革命児 ホントのことがある気がしてさ

Spokesperson for Twilight

Sorry babe, I lied I couldn't take back my word
But all the lies we tell they're real lies
That day the wind was just right it felt like you could forgive anything
Oops, did it again? Lied again yesterday today without learning my lesson
I'm always just puffing myself up not knowing
Inside I'm always just patching things up I somehow made it this far

We keep walking this road if we make it to a hundred we'll be lucky
'Cause there's no such thing as forever there might be but I can't see it
Who the hell is God, if he's real that would be a real shocker
But I believe he's out there somewhere getting drunk in Shimokitazawa

That twilight through the chain link fence probably was our youth.
We strummed on a rusty guitar singing our hearts out over everything in our weak voices.
The shadow seeping into the guardrail the rain falling on the loop line.
The seeds of words that never became songs are carried by the wind I can see them.

Sorry I lied just now, cheech and cong bong chee-bong
There, there's no excuse for it ever. Pardon me.
If you just push through a lie with guts it almost seems like the truth

We don't need any more memories like the ones from that small town twilight.
Leave those memories that are too precious to relive to the stray dogs.
Even if we're just going around in circles democracy is supposed to suck
No time to be putting on airs but it's not bad to take a break either

Beyond the smoking chimneys we probably traveled.
We never learned about the freedom to dream it's always been close at hand
Thanks to the internet what a sight! The naked king
The revolutionaries of the era of song I really think there's something to it

Let's meet on the dark side of the moon and have tea at a cafe afterwards
Oh, so humans are just vessels someone said that somewhere
Mother, in the middle of the night when you would play lullabies for me.
What I posted in the red mailbox were the tears of my urban life.

That twilight through the chain link fence probably was our youth.
We strummed on a rusty guitar singing our hearts out over everything in our weak voices.
The shadow seeping into the guardrail the rain falling on the loop line.
The seeds of words that never became songs are carried by the wind I can see them.

Thanks to the internet what a sight! The naked king
The revolutionaries of the era of song I really think there's something to it