Paroles et traduction TOKYO No.1 SOUL SET - ロマンティック伝説

ロマンティック伝説

行き交う人の少ないこの街は 夕陽の欠片で夜を告げる
主人からはぐれて彷徨う犬は 自由と不安に遠吠えする
エサを見つけたか走り出し ビルの影に僕を誘うのだ
薄暗いオレンジの灯の下に 金属音は注意を引く
街灯にもたれた一つの影の 視線がうつ向く、心に絡む
絡んだ、それで手繰られるように 彼女のほつれた髪に絡み付く
交わし合った目で返す言葉で 今日は孤独から抜け出せる
時代遅れの指輪をした手で 僕の手をゆっくりと引いていく

長椅子に怠惰な姿勢で座る 彼女の衣装ははだけ、そこから
覗くゆるんだ下腹部が焼きつく 諦めにも似た静かな眼差し
譲れないものを持つ唇 あごを上げたその横顔
うろたえの無いその微笑み 居心地の良い避難場所
全てを脱ぎ捨てる亨楽な場所 そこには何かが宿っている
何であるかは判らないが 価値があるのか判らないが
とても優しく丁寧に 身体と心で応えてくれる
赤く塗られた短い爪の その手でコーヒーを入れてくれる

よじれ絡み付くシーツで首筋に 感じる汗をぬぐい捨てる
目を開けると、光りが飛び込むと 影が浮き立つと香りそびえ立つ
含んだタバコを差しだす君に 午前の光りの熱に苛立ちを
振り返る気力も失くした街で 僕に声をかけてくれたのに
うつ向く顔見て、そおっと動き 薪の無い暖炉の上の
子供の写真を後ろ手で 音を立てずにそっと倒す
交わし合った目で返す言葉で 今日は孤独から抜け出せる
時代遅れの指輪をした手で 僕の手をゆっくりと引いていく

戦場のこの街で唯一 神に放牧する事を許された
最も美しい狼達よ、女達よ どうぞ彼女達に昼の太陽を

行き交う人の少ないこの街は 夕陽の欠片で夜を告げる
主人からはぐれて彷徨う犬は 自由と不安に遠吠えする
エサを見つけたか走り出し ビルの影に僕を誘うのだ
薄暗いオレンジの灯の下に 金属音は注意を引く
街灯にもたれた一つの影の 視線がうつ向く、心に絡む
絡んだ、それで手繰られるように 彼女のほつれた髪に絡む
戦場の街で唯一 神に放牧する事を許された
最も美しい狼達よ、最も美しい女達よ

戦場のこの街で唯一 神に放牧する事を許された
最も美しい狼達よ、女達よ どうぞ彼女達に昼の太陽を
悲しみの後の伝説はいらない ただただ黙って膝を抱える男達に

Romantic Legend

In this deserted urban expanse, the fading daylight signals the approach of night.
A lone dog, abandoned and astray, howls with a mix of freedom and trepidation.
Driven by instinct, it locates sustenance and beckons me with its yelps, guiding me amidst towering buildings.
Beneath dim, orange streetlights, metallic sounds echo, capturing my attention.
A solitary figure leans against a lamppost, their gaze lowered, stirring emotions within me.
Our eyes meet, and in that instant, I feel drawn into the depths of your being, entangled in your unkempt hair.
With words whispered in exchange, I sense a glimmer of escape from the solitude that has consumed me.
A hand adorned with an antiquated ring gently grasps mine, leading me onwards.

You recline languidly on a bench, your attire partially unbuttoned, revealing
hints of your soft, yielding underbelly. Your gaze is calm and almost resigned.
Your lips, poised with determination, your profile as you tilt your chin upwards
Your enigmatic smile, a sanctuary of tranquility
A place of unreserved surrender and indulgence, where something intangible resides
Its nature remains elusive, its value uncertain
Yet, you respond with such tenderness and grace, both physically and emotionally
With deft fingers painted crimson, you prepare coffee for me.

Tangled in rumpled sheets, we awaken, the sensation of sweat lingering on our skin.
As I open my eyes, light streams in, casting shadows and heightening the fragrance of our encounter.
You offer me a cigarette, its smoke rising towards the morning sun, carrying my irritation
In this city where I have lost my sense of purpose, you extended a kindness that I had almost forgotten
Noticing the slump in my demeanor, you move stealthily to gently lay down
A framed photograph of a child resting upon the hearth, its absence of sound echoing through the room
With words whispered in exchange, I sense a glimmer of escape from the solitude that has consumed me.
A hand adorned with an antiquated ring gently grasps mine, leading me onwards.

In this urban battleground, you are one of the few granted respite by the divine.
Most radiant of predators, most alluring of women, may you bask in the sunlight's embrace

In this deserted urban expanse, the fading daylight signals the approach of night.
A lone dog, abandoned and astray, howls with a mix of freedom and trepidation.
Driven by instinct, it locates sustenance and beckons me with its yelps, guiding me amidst towering buildings.
Beneath dim, orange streetlights, metallic sounds echo, capturing my attention.
A solitary figure leans against a lamppost, their gaze lowered, stirring emotions within me.
Our eyes meet, and in that instant, I feel drawn into the depths of your being, entangled in your unkempt hair.
In this urban battleground, you are one of the few granted respite by the divine.
Most radiant of predators, most alluring of women

In this urban battleground, you are one of the few granted respite by the divine.
Most radiant of predators, most alluring of women, may you bask in the sunlight's embrace
No need for mournful tales of what we leave behind, only silent men embracing their despair