Paroles et traduction tophamhatkyo - その後の心

その後の心

突然のことで さぞ驚かれたでしょう
電脳でのブレーカー落とし真っ暗 ひっくり返したオモテ裏
αからβetter へ以降した世界線の行方
いつものあの座標の輝きが失われて早数ヶ月
その後の心 変わりない元気 そんな目はねえな
ミーハーな好奇 ヘラヘラ声 勘ぐってるだけかな 嫌になっちゃう
透けてる思考 食い物にされそう それこそ大海のニモ
ガチで心配してくれた"ハシシ""kokorobeats"にはバッチリピース
忘れら去られた頃 黒ずんだアイオライト
空っぽの頭を Swing したところで何もないよ
じっと窓辺に佇んで今日も 明くる日の自分へ渡すバトン
多めに見積り百年余り
人によっては短いだろうが 今の俺からすれば拷問さ
くそだりぃ この先 一体何を目指して生きればいいの？
ねぇ教えてよ神様なんて縋っていいほど信仰心はない
青い春の延長線上 答えの欠片もない
どこほっつき歩こうが 迷子の黒猫の後追おうが
逃避行しようが 何をしようが
振り解こうとする程 絡み付く言葉はね
未来への一歩に繋がるから
母のような優しさで受け入れてあげよう
お利口さんのふりして 大人しいままじゃ駄目
遠慮控えめなんてのは BAD！ BAD！
父のような逞しさで抱きしめてあげよう その後の心
もう音楽自体 好きじゃないかもって思い込んだ日々
あったけど声をあげる度 ラップが好きなんだなって実感するんだ
余計なライムを削いだらスレンダー
ドヤ顔ダジャレ Microphone よりメロディアスなバースにぞっこん
楽器もしていないし勉強もしてないが自力で旋律紡いで
壮大なスケールの鼻歌を諳んじ 気付けばご覧に入れられるレベル
THH-K はたまた A to da O いくつも名前があるせいか
誰が本当の自分なのか解らない
振り解こうとする程 絡み付く言葉はね
未来への一歩に繋がるから
母のような優しさで受け入れてあげよう
お利口さんのふりして 大人しいままじゃ駄目
遠慮控えめなんてのは BAD！ BAD！
父のような逞しさで抱きしめてあげよう その後の心
Get go 対岸の火事 ならぬ 眩い華事
雁字搦めの狭い界隈 情報渋滞
距離感的に隣街の同業者は今日も Gettin' over
境は面舵取舵 繰り返し 無地の帆をはためかせ
手繋いで Make money 出来なきゃ Die or 諂え
いつまで 気付かねぇ どこかしこ意味深な目配せ
知りたくない事があり過ぎる それでも知らなきゃいけない
受け止め切れない狭量な自身を大器と嘯いた型遅れ
図々しく居座って 誰にも気付かれず 脳死みたいな生命維持
情のあるエッセンシャルな応援よりも穿った見方の批評の方が
皮肉にも思考に繋がるメッセージ
思い入れは余計な荷物になると解ってるのに非情になりきれない愚か者
だがこのまま朽ち逝くなど有り得ない だからまた掴んだ Microphone
振り解こうとする程 絡み付く言葉はね
未来への一歩に繋がるから
母のような優しさで受け入れてあげよう
お利口さんのふりして 大人しいままじゃ駄目
遠慮控えめなんてのは BAD！ BAD！
父のような逞しさで抱きしめてあげよう その後の心

After the Heart

Your sudden departure must have been a shock.
You'd pull the plug on the internet, leaving everyone in the dark, flipping the world upside down.
From alpha to beta, the timeline shifted.
The familiar glow of your avatar has been gone for months now.
My heart hasn't changed, still as strong as ever, but my eyes don't meet yours anymore.
The nosy curiosity, the giggling voices, the judgmental stares - I'm sick of it all.
My thoughts are transparent, I feel like prey to these vultures.
But I appreciate the genuine concern from "Hashi" and "kokorobeats," two souls who deserve a toast.
As time passes, I'm like a forgotten, tarnished iolite.
My mind is empty, swinging through it won't change anything.
Standing still by the window, I watch the days go by, passing the baton to my future self.
A century, optimistically speaking.
For some, that may seem short, but for me, it's torture.
Fuck it all, what's the point of living anymore?
Oh, please tell me, my dear, I don't have the faith to pray to any higher power.
Trapped in an endless loop, with no answers in sight.
No matter where I wander, following the lost black cat,
No matter how far I run, or what I do,
The more I try to break free, the tighter the words bind me.
They say it's a step towards the future,
So I'll embrace it with the grace of a mother.
Playing the good boy, keeping quiet, won't cut it anymore.
Hesitation and restraint are a big fat BAD!
With the strength of a father, I'll hold you close, my dear heart.
For a while, I thought I had fallen out of love with music.
But every time I open my mouth, I realize that rap is my passion.
I've trimmed the unnecessary rhymes, making my verses lean.
I'd rather have dope dad jokes than melodic bars that sound like a broken cassette.
I don't play any instruments, I've never had any formal training, but I can spin a melody with my own hands,
A grand symphony that I hum to myself, until I can share it with the world.
I've gone by many names, THH-K, A to da O, but somehow, I've lost track of who I really am.
The more I try to break free, the tighter the words bind me.
They say it's a step towards the future,
So I'll embrace it with the grace of a mother.
Playing the good boy, keeping quiet, won't cut it anymore.
Hesitation and restraint are a big fat BAD!
With the strength of a father, I'll hold you close, my dear heart.
Get going, the fire next door, a dazzling inferno,
Bound in a narrow world, an information overload,
Artists in neighboring towns are balling, while I'm stuck here, still getting over.
We set sail, changing course, with no clear destination,
Hand in hand, we make money or die trying.
How long will it take you to see it? The meaningful glances, the hidden agendas.
There's so much I don't want to know, but I have to.
My narrow mind can't handle it all, so I pretend to be gracious.
I'm a hypocrite, stuck in my old ways, refusing to grow.
Unnoticed, I cling to the present, my mind slipping away.
I'd rather hear honest criticism than empty praise,
Like a bittersweet message that sparks my thoughts.
I know that attachments are a burden, but I can't seem to let go.
I won't fade away, so I grab the microphone once more.
The more I try to break free, the tighter the words bind me.
They say it's a step towards the future,
So I'll embrace it with the grace of a mother.
Playing the good boy, keeping quiet, won't cut it anymore.
Hesitation and restraint are a big fat BAD!
With the strength of a father, I'll hold you close, my dear heart.