Paroles et traduction Yorushika - 盗作

盗作

「音楽の切っ掛けは何だっけ
父の持つレコードだったかな
音を聞くことは気持ちが良い
聞くだけなら努力もいらない
前置きはいいから話そう
ある時、思い付いたんだ
この歌が僕の物になれば、この穴は埋まるだろうか
だから、僕は盗んだ」
嗚呼、まだ足りない、全部足りない
何一つも満たされない
このまま一人じゃあ僕は生きられない
もっと知りたい、愛を知りたい
この心を満たすくらい
美しいものを知りたい
「ある時に、街を流れる歌が
僕の曲だってことに気が付いた
売れたなんて当たり前さ
名作を盗んだものだからさぁ！
彼奴も馬鹿だ、こいつも馬鹿だ
褒めちぎる奴等は皆馬鹿だ
群がる烏合の衆、本当の価値なんてわからずに
まぁ、それは僕も同じか」
嗚呼、何かが足りない
これだけ盗んだのに少しも満たされない
上面の言葉一つじゃ満たされない
愛が知りたい、金が足りない
この妬みを満たすくらい
美しいものを知りたい
「音楽の切っ掛けが何なのか
今じゃもう忘れちまったが
欲じゃないことは覚えてる
何か綺麗なものだったな
化けの皮なんていつか剥がれる
見向きもされない夜が来る
その時に見られる景色が心底楽しみで
そうだ
何一つもなくなって、地位も愛も全部なくなって
何もかも失った後に見える夜は本当に綺麗だろうから
本当に
本当に綺麗だろうから
僕は盗んだ」
嗚呼、まだ足りない、もっと書きたい
こんな詩じゃ満たされない
君らの罵倒じゃあ僕は満たされない
まだ知らない愛を書きたい
この心を満たすくらい
美しいものを知りたい
まだ足りない、まだ足りない
まだ足りない、まだ足りない
まだ足りない、僕は足りない
ずっと足りないものがわからない
まだ足りない、もっと知りたい
この身体を溶かすくらい
美しい夜を知りたい

Plagiarism

“What was the spark that ignited my passion for music?
It was the records that my father played, I suppose.
Listening to music stirs my soul,
And it requires no effort on my part.
But enough of this preamble; let me tell you a tale.
One day, a thought crossed my mind:
If I can pass this song off as my own, will it fill the void within me?
So I stole it.”
Oh, but it was not enough, it was never enough.
It couldn't satisfy me in the slightest.
I can't go through life like this,
I need to know more, to experience love,
To such an extent that it consumes me entirely.
I need to know what true beauty is.
“Then, one day, I realized that a song permeating the city
Was my song.
Of course it was successful,
Because I had stolen a masterpiece!
How foolish he is, and how foolish you are,
And how foolish are all those who sing its praises.
A mindless flock, incapable of discerning its true worth,
But then again, I'm no different.”
Oh, there's something missing.
Even after stealing all this, I'm still not content.
Flattering words are not enough to fill this void.
I need to know what love is, I need more money,
Enough to satisfy this burning envy.
I need to know what true beauty is.
“What ignited my passion for music?
I can hardly recall now,
But I do remember that it wasn't about fame.
It was something pure.
One day, the facade will crumble,
And I will be left in obscurity,
But I eagerly anticipate the sight that will meet me then.
Yes,
When I have lost everything, my status, my love, everything,
The night that engulfs me then will be truly magnificent.
Truly,
Truly magnificent.
I stole it.”
Oh, it's still not enough, I need to write more.
This poem is not enough to satisfy me.
Your insults cannot fill this void.
I need to compose a love song that surpasses all others,
To such an extent that it consumes me entirely.
I need to know what true beauty is.
It's still not enough, it's still not enough.
It's still not enough, it's still not enough.
It's still not enough, I'm still not enough.
I don't know what it is that I'm missing.
It's still not enough, I need to know more.
To such an extent that it dissolves my very being.
I need to know the beauty of the eternal night.