Paroles et traduction YACA IN DA HOUSE - 7:23 a.m.

7:23 a.m.

放り出すまで待っていたい
思い出すまで持って期待
いつのまにMorning Time
意地汚く刺すSun Light
どこかのガキ リーマンの足音とバスのアナウンス
耳元で僕を起こす
死んだふりで息を殺す

フィルムみたいな朝靄が 僕は超苦手だ
2度と晴れない気がして いつかこの身覆い隠すかもな
見えない未来をモニターで見せられても
見えないのだから僕は決められないよ
そのクリップビデオは誰かのもので
繰り返される過去 6.5秒

ブラウン管に映る 泥まみれのブラウンな自分の顔の方が
よっぽどビジョンを映し出してるかも
笑った顔がほんと阿保

君はなんというだろうかこの僕に
あの頃の方が良かったり？
今じゃ丸まってほんとつまらない
でもそう言われてもかったるい

あの頃の僕は似て非なる僕
東西南北四六時中 探し回っても見つからないまま
後悔なんてしても記憶にいる
朝からTEL出る 寝ぼけ眼で出る
はい
見知らぬ番号
クレジットの滞納
鳴り止むのを待つ
また怠惰をくりかえして ほら
バーチャル配信テロ
適当に言うえもしれないエモ
でも、誰にも責められないし
生意気に生きてる証 残しがち
こんな時間に起きたの いつぶりだっけ
街は僕を置き去りにして動く
07:23 a.m.

7:23 a.m.

Baby, I'll be waiting here to see,
Hoping that you'll remember me,
When will I ever see the morning light?
The sunlight burns my skin so bright,
That little twerp, the businessman, and the bus announcement,
Wake me up and make me frown.
I pretend to be dead, hiding my breath.

The morning haze is like a film, I really can't stand it.
I feel like it will never be sunny again, and it will cover me up forever.
Even if I can see my future on a screen,
I still can't decide because I can't see it.
That music video is someone else's,
Repeating the past, six point five seconds.

The muddy brown face on the TV screen,
Seems to show more vision than me.
What a ridiculous smile.

What would you say to me now,
Was I better back then?
Now I'm all curled up and so boring,
But even if you said that, I'd be too lazy to care.

The me back then is like me, but not,
East, west, north, south, twenty-four seven, I've searched high and low, but I can't find it.
It's no use regretting, it's just a memory now,
I pick up the phone in a daze,
Hello?
It's an unknown number,
Credit overdue.
I wait for it to stop ringing,
Repeating my laziness, look,
Virtual streaming terrorism,
I might say something emotional, but
No one can blame me, and
I'm leaving proof that I'm alive, being cheeky.
I don't know when I last woke up at this hour,
The city is moving on without me,
07:23 a.m.