Paroles et traduction Neru feat. z'5 - 病名は愛だった

病名は愛だった

余命数か月ばかりの恋に
点滴で扶養する患者達
被害者の甘い期待を弔い
悔悟の機会を躊躇うドクター
所以など行方知らず
未知の病巣に臥す患者達
発熱が死因
然れば早期に
躊躇すべきだったと知る放火犯
この心に穴が空いたくらいなのに
たったそれだけの違いなのに
貴方の背中に滲んでく涙痕が
枯れそうもないのはどうしてなの
病名は愛だった
病名は愛だった
病名は愛だった
病名は愛だった
今はもはや持ち腐れの恋に
些事な延命を乞う患者達
加害者の荒い治療に耐えたい
伴侶たる者はと覚るペイシェント
赤い糸を固結び
故に首を絞め合う患者達
呼吸が出来ない
然れど解けない
本旨に反す麻酔に縋っている
ただ心の溝をそっと覆いたくて
たったそれだけの違いなのに
どのガーゼを充てたとしても代えられない
貴方の温もりを待っている
病名は愛だった
病名は愛だった
病名は愛だった
病名は愛だった
美しい嘘に騙されて
会に合わぬ花に成り果てて
緩やかに迫る死期ですら
フィナーレのように見違える
浅ましい夢に化かされて
不例な病に祟られて
息も絶え絶えな恋心
その死に目を綴った
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった
病名は愛 だった

The Disease Was Love

In a love affair that lasted only a few months,
The patients were supported by IV drips.
Mourning the victims' naive hopes,
The doctor hesitated to offer a chance for remorse.
The cause was unknown,
The patients lay in their unknown beds.
Fever was the cause of death.
And so, I should have hesitated sooner,
The arsonist realized.
Even though this hole in my heart is so small,
Even though it's just a tiny difference,
Why can't the tears streaming down your back
Ever seem to dry up?
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
Now, in a love that has long since withered,
The patients beg for some small extension of life.
They want to endure the torturous treatments of the perpetrator.
They realize that they are companions in pain.
They tie the red string into a tight knot.
And so, the patients strangle each other.
They can't breathe,
But they can't let go.
They cling to the anesthesia that goes against their true nature,
Just wanting to gently cover the溝 in their hearts.
Even though it's just a tiny difference,
No gauze can replace,
Your warmth that I long for.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
Deceived by a beautiful lie,
We became flowers that didn't belong,
Even the imminence of death
Seems like a grand finale.
Tricked by a shameful dream,
Haunted by an unusual illness,
A love that's fading away,
I've written its epitaph.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.
The disease was love.