Paroles et traduction Utsu-P - Ghost Under the Umbrella

Ghost Under the Umbrella

折れた傘を眺めた 雨粒が滴って
僕の手をすり抜けて 誰かの死骸に落ちた
「幸福とは何か」 そう問い掛けるように
もう動かぬ背中 そっと優しく撫でた
温室育ちの聖人達が教鞭を取って無闇に振った
「夜明けは平等」そんな言葉が太陽のない社会に響いた
誰かが誰かの首を絞めているその真横で茶が飲める世界だ
正気を保っていられる方こそ頭が壊れているんじゃないか
不安の種が実を結んで 人身事故になり遅延
舌打ちが聴こえるホーム 美しき社会
幽霊が産まれてしまうんだ 成れの果ての路上で
幽霊が産まれてしまうんだ 満たされた時代の底で
アパートの階段から 落ちて死んだ哺乳類
還る土のない都会 アスファルトに染みが残った
猫は死んだ姿を 決して人には見せない
人は人の醜態 ワゴンに詰めて叩き売る
矯正器具による笑顔の群れが「幸福」をバラ撒いて満足気
拾い方の分からない僕らは社会不適合者と呼ばれます
適応出来ずに死んだうさぎを手厚く葬り緑茶を飲んだ
鈍間なうさぎを見捨てた亀を批判するのは悪いことですか
どんなに口を押さえても ルサンチマンが漏れ 嘔吐
悪気のない正論が 頸動脈を締め付ける
幽霊が産まれてしまうんだ 成れの果ての中央線
幽霊が産まれてしまうんだ 満たされた時代の底で
未来は無いし すがる過去も無い
でも幽霊になる才能も無いんだ
そこらじゅうにほら そこらじゅうにほら
そこらじゅうにほら そこらじゅうにほら今も
人身事故で遅れた電車 歩行者天国 ナイフ
資産価値の下がったアパート 交差点の染み
幽霊が産まれてしまうんだ 成れの果ての死刑台
幽霊が産まれてしまうんだ 満たされた時代の底で
未来は無いし すがる過去も無い
でも幽霊の才能もないから 明日が来やがるんだ

Ghost Under the Umbrella

I watched the broken umbrella as raindrops dripped
Slipped through my hand, and fell on someone's corpse
Asking, "What is happiness?"
I gently caressed the motionless back
Hothouse saints waving their batons, preaching
"The dawn is equal" - words that echoed in a sunless society
A world where someone can strangle someone else, and drink tea right next to them
Perhaps those who remain sane are the ones with broken minds
Seeds of anxiety bear fruit, causing personal accidents and delays
Clicking tongues on the platform - a beautiful society
That's where ghosts are born - in the wreckage of the streets
That's where ghosts are born - in the depths of a fulfilled era
A mammal that fell from apartment stairs and died
No soil to return to in the city, only a stain on the asphalt
Cats never show their dead bodies to humans
Humans bundle up their own ugliness and sell it off in wagons
A throng of smiling faces, fixed by braces, spreading "happiness" with satisfaction
Those of us who don't know how to pick it up are called social misfits
I mourned the dead rabbit, unable to adapt, and drank green tea
Is it wrong to criticize the turtle for abandoning the slow rabbit?
No matter how hard I hold my tongue, my resentment leaks out and I vomit
Well-meaning platitudes strangle the carotid artery
That's where ghosts are born - in the wreckage of the Chuo Line
That's where ghosts are born - in the depths of a fulfilled era
There is no future, and no past to cling to
But I don't have the talent to become a ghost either
Look around - everywhere you look
Everywhere you look, even now
Trains delayed by personal accidents, pedestrian paradises, knives
Depreciated apartments, stains at intersections
That's where ghosts are born - in the wreckage of the execution chamber
That's where ghosts are born - in the depths of a fulfilled era
There is no future, and no past to cling to
But since I don't have the talent for being a ghost, tomorrow will come