ピストル Originally Performed by Acid Black Cherry - Orgel Sound J-Pop traduction en anglais

ピストル Originally Performed by Acid Black Cherry

ねぇちょっとしらけさせないで
愛の蜜をこぼさないで
自慢のピストルを

ここに突き付けて
針に糸を通す様に
果実握り潰す様に
ギリギリの天国へ
ほらカウントダウンを開始

溢れだしちゃう場所に触って
アイツよりSな言葉で
もっと変身させて
目をそらさないで
囁きかけて
喉を塞いで
少し焦らして
虚ろな目で感じて
待ちわびたshow time
弾は一発ルーレット
狙い定めピストル咥え
とけるまで kiss!

Let's get out dance!
Crazy! I have nothing!
Baby! 止まんないで!
灼熱を詰め込んで
ロシアンエクスタシー 発射(だ)して!
Crash me! I'm coming! My soul!
Break out! 突き裂いて!
快楽という痛みで
強がりさえも撃ち抜いて Bang!

淫乱なペットはおキライ?
アイツさえ認めたテクニック
ほらsexは才能って
ABCも唄ってる
もう一度鳴いてごらんなさい
アイツが好きだった技で
秒速3センチ もうウソつけない
舌をのばして
愛を垂れ流して
溢れたゼリー光るジュエリー
混ざり合い kiss!

Let's get out dance!
Crazy! I have nothing!
Baby! 止まんないで!
天国はもうすぐそこ
私を置いて逝かないで
Crash me! I'm coming! My soul!
Break out! 突き裂いて!
暴走という現実で
消えないアイツも撃ち抜いて Bang!
Crack! Pain! Shoot me! Wake up!

もうありきたりな
愛の言葉なんか
流行りの唄で
腐るくらい聞き飽きた
カッコつけてないで
我慢できないトリガー
勃ったリボルバー
ちょっと触れば
弾け飛び kiss!

Let's get out dance!
Crazy! I have nothing!
Baby! 止まんないで!
灼熱を詰め込んで
ロシアンエクスタシー 発射だして!
Crash me! I'm coming! My soul!
Break out! Pull the trigger!
昇天という弾丸で
弱い私も撃ち抜いて Bang!
Crack! Pain! Shoot me! Wake up!

Pistol Originally Performed by Acid Black Cherry

Hey, don't bore me
Don't spill the honey of love
Point your prized pistol at me,

Press it against me,
Like threading a needle,
Like crushing a fruit in your hand,
To the brink of heaven
Now, start the countdown

Touch the place that's overflowing,
With words more S than his,
Transform me more,
Keep your eyes on me,
Whisper to me,
Choke me,
Tease me a bit,
Feel it with your empty eyes,
The long-awaited show time,
The bullet is a single roulette,
Take aim, put the pistol in my mouth,
Kiss me until I melt!

Let's get out dance!
Crazy! I have nothing!
Baby! Don't stop!,
Fill me with your passion,
Fire your Russian Ecstasy!
Crash me! I'm coming! My soul!
Break out! Pierce me through!
With the pain of pleasure,
Shoot through even my bravado, Bang!

Do you hate a lustful pet?
Even he acknowledged my technique,
Look, sex is a talent,
ABC sings about it too,
Moan again for me,
With the technique he used to love,
Three centimeters per second, stop lying,
Stick out your tongue,
Pour out your love,
Spill the overflowing jelly, a glittering jewel,
Mix and kiss!

Let's get out dance!
Crazy! I have nothing!
Baby! Don't stop!,
Heaven is right around the corner,
Don't leave me behind,
Crash me! I'm coming! My soul!
Break out! Pierce me through!
In the reality of our frenzy,
Shoot through even the memory of him that won't fade, Bang!
Crack! Pain! Shoot me! Wake up!

Enough with the usual
Words of love.
With trendy songs,
I'm sick of hearing them,
Stop acting cool,
I can't hold back the trigger,
The erect revolver,
Touch it lightly,
And it'll burst and kiss!

Let's get out dance!
Crazy! I have nothing!
Baby! Don't stop!
Fill me with your passion,
Fire your Russian Ecstasy!
Crash me! I'm coming! My soul!
Break out! Pull the trigger!
With the bullet of our ecstasy,
Shoot through even my weakness, Bang!
Crack! Pain! Shoot me! Wake up!