Paroles et traduction Seiko Oomori - draw (A) drow

draw (A) drow

誰かの美しい閃きがつくった世界は
誰かを失って 宿主不明の 平和 フェミニズム 少女性 神話崩壊
正しさ 血縁 普通
幻虫が 僕を壊していく

敵のいない怒りが才能を帯びて振るえる
それさえなければ愛されたのにね
上昇気流で低気圧が発生し
道端垂れ流す 脳汁は感染し

すれ違う 手づくりの夕景 グレイで沈めた 油絵のにおい

圧倒的な君の哲学は白濁のコンドームで
護れなかった 自分なんて
突き刺した順に死ね

Draw (A) drow 僕が描いた僕だけが
次の一手をそっと僕に告げる
なにかが体内で 意志を持って生まれるとき
とても痛いけど

運命って言ったのは他の運命殺すため
摘み取った花はすぐ枯れてしまう
地を這う花よ 剃刀の夢は夜ひらく
好きな色で生きてみて

切り刻む秘密が塵のよう
視界をかすめて 逆に鮮やかな
あの日のフィクションブルース 点滅のbeat
煽る信号に 間に合えたのかな
なにかが体内で
歌えないで 耐えないで

心不介在の奇怪なスローモーション
エモーション溶かして
使い捨ての僕の閃きを突き刺して死にたい

Draw (A) drow 僕が描いた僕だけが
次の一手をそっと僕に告げる
間違ってる 間違ってゆく この歌を
黒いビニールで海へ流したら

永遠にしないで 透明にしないで
絶対にしないで 好きに壊して
また誰かが 斬新な希望で
僕の遺作を 世界を 壊して

draw (A) drow

The world created by someone's beautiful flash of inspiration
Lost someone and the host unknown; Peace, feminism, girlhood, and the collapse of mythology
Rightness, blood ties, ordinary
Illusory bugs destroy me

Anger without an enemy can be wielded with talent
If it weren't for that, you would have been loved
An updraft causes a low-pressure system to form
Cerebrospinal fluid streaming down the roadside, becoming infectious

Handcrafted sunset we passed; gray, oil-painting-smelling sunset

Your overwhelming philosophy is a milky white condom
Couldn't protect the likes of myself
Die in the order you were stabbed

Draw (A) drow, only the me that I drew
Gently tells me my next move
When something is born with a will within my body
It hurts a lot

Fate said that to kill other fates
A picked flower will quickly wither
Flower that crawls along the ground; the dream of a razor opens at night
Try living in your favorite color

The secret that was cut up is like dust
It blurs my vision and is vividly bright
The fiction blues from that day, the beat of flickering
Were we able to make it through the rushed traffic light?
Something inside my body
Can't sing it, can't endure it

A strange slow motion where the heart is absent
Dissolving emotion
I want to stab myself to death with my disposable flash of inspiration

Draw (A) drow, only the me that I drew
Gently tells me my next move
Incorrect, going wrong, this song
If I let the black vinyl flow into the sea

Don't make it eternal, don't make it transparent
Absolutely don't make it, break it as you please
Someone else, with a novel hope
Will destroy my posthumous work and the world