Paroles et traduction Utsu-P - しゃよう

しゃよう

引き裂きたくなる地上の戯れと
この世汚れを電車に詰めよう
終電に乗っかって 座席に寄っかって
人類の溢れた星の行く末
惰性で走る のらりくらりと
雷鳴り響く午前1時
妖しく灯りが明々と 佇む微笑の老紳士
「どちらへ行けども岐路はなく、ただただ線路を走ります」
産声上げし日より魍魎襲い掛かるは宿命
逃れ逃れて辿り着くワケもなく どこにある終着駅
燃え上がらないまま 燃え尽きてゆくのかな
走る走る電車の中で 窓に映る醜い姿
曇る曇る私の顔は 少しばかり面白いです
正体不明の希望に縋り
エゴ丸出しの欲望を立てる
疚しき事は何も無いけど
行方を眩ましたくなるのです
通りすぎてく電柱の影で
眠れる野良猫が羨ましい
妖しく灯りが明々と 佇む微笑の老紳士
「乗り換え不可能なこの電車、降り時を見逃さないように。」
錆び付き軋む車輌の中 朝が遠くて眠りたい
頭を掻き毟りながら 滲み出た感情を押し殺す
燃え上がらないまま 燃え尽きてゆくのだろう
堪え堪え世界の揺れに 私の未来ここに無いけど
恨み辛み書散らしても 慰みにもならないだろう
毎度の毎度 身の丈比べ 性根の仕様にして候
毎日毎日元気に病んで 貞操観念貪る子
迷子よ迷子 思想と言葉 教養の仕様にして候
最後の最後で本性病んで 自ら省み命を経つ
毎度の毎度 身の丈比べ 性根の仕様にして候
毎日毎日元気に病んで 貞操観念貪る子
迷子よ迷子 思想と言葉 教養の仕様にして候
最後の最後の最後の最後には
情けなくなっても 燃え上がらないのなら
走る走る電車の中で 見栄も夢もかなぐり捨てて
耐える耐える私の顔は 少しばかり面白いです

Say You Love Me

I want to tear apart the earthly play
And cram the filth of this life onto a train
Hop on the last train, lean on the seat
The fate of the teeming planet
Running on inertia, in a daze
Thunder roars at 1am
Lights shine ominously, the smiling old man stands there
“No matter where you go, there is no fork in the road, just tracks to run on.”
From the day you were born, demons have been attacking, it is your destiny
Running and running, but there is no destination, where is the final station?
Won't burn out, will just smolder away
Running, running on the train, the ugly face reflected in the window
My face is clouding over, it's a little funny
Clinging to an unknown hope
Putting on airs of desire
There's nothing I'm guilty of
But I want to run away
In the shadows of the passing telephone poles
I envy the sleeping stray cats
Lights shine ominously, the smiling old man stands there
“This train cannot transfer, be sure not to miss the time to get off.”
In the rusted, creaking carriage, morning is far away, I want to sleep
Scratching my head, suppressing the emotions that are seeping out
I'll probably just smolder away without burning out
Enduring, enduring the shaking of the world, my future is not here
Even if I write out my resentments and bitterness, it won't bring me comfort
Comparing myself to others all the time, it's what I'm made of
Sick and getting sicker every day, a child of greed
Lost, lost in thought and word, it's what I'm made of
In the end, my true nature will come out, I'll reflect on myself and take my own life
Comparing myself to others all the time, it's what I'm made of
Sick and getting sicker every day, a child of greed
Lost, lost in thought and word, it's what I'm made of
And in the very, very end
Even if I feel sorry for myself, I won't burn out
Running, running on the train, throwing away my pride and dreams
My face, enduring, enduring, is a little funny