Sorry - Riu Domura traduction en anglais

Sorry

ぶっちゃけ運のおかげだった
実際の俺はちっぽけじゃん
口先だけ言い訳は達者
逃げてばかりファンは減っていった
期待を暇で隠して
打つ球もほとんど外して
やることせず羽目を外して
君のイヤホンも外れてる
いつかのアーティストで終わらないよう
理想の日々を語るだけの今日
無駄にした日を繋ぎだすよ
いつかきっと君の帰る場所
そんな歌詞をそんな声を
そんな存在でいれるように
俺の歌を待ってる人
君が二度と離れないように

ぶっちゃけ知っていたよ
今のおれじゃだめだなんてこと
何もなかったあの日の俺のほうがきっといけてるって
誰かに言われなくても俺が俺を一番知ってる
でも誰かに言われたらもう
終わりはきっと目の前にきてる

別に
新しい人よこの歌を聴いて
そんなつもりならこの歌はなくて
新しい俺を知ってほしくて
昔の俺を取り戻したくて
あの日のほうがよかったなんて
二度と君に言わせないように
今の俺を君がきっと愛せるよう
伝えるこの歌で

発つ、最終列車終点は墓場
途中下車のないブレーキの壊れた列車は走る
消える轍 見えぬ形
でも確かにある物語
君を乗せて誰かを乗せて
不幸を置き去りにして

ぶっちゃけ運のおかげだった
実際の俺はちっぽけじゃん
口先だけ言い訳は達者
逃げてばかりファンは減っていった
期待を暇で隠して
打つ球もほとんど外して
やることせず羽目を外して
君のイヤホンも外れてる
いつかのアーティストで終わらないよう
理想の日々を語るだけの今日
無駄にした日を繋ぎだすよ
いつかきっと君の帰る場所
そんな歌詞をそんな声を
そんな存在でいれるように
俺の歌を待ってる人
君が二度と離れないように

Dear my homie sorry for who I am
You loved me so much, but I betrayed you
If you still love my song, can you give me one more chance
If you can forgive me

口先だけでごまかした歌詞
心地良いだけのメロディたち
そんな音楽じゃ君の痛みに
届きはしないし響きもしない
無理やりやって終わらした愛
そこには最初から愛なんてない
感じる肝心な感情はいつでも
痛みと幸の混ざり合い

着、最終列車終点は墓場
夢に浮かぶだけの日々を抜けて僕は走る
増える魂 癒える悲しい気持ちを変えるよ喜びに
君のためただ君のために
僕は歌い続ける

ぶっちゃけ運のおかげだった
実際の俺はちっぽけじゃん
口先だけ言い訳は達者
逃げてばかりファンは減っていった
期待を暇で隠して
打つ球もほとんど外して
やることせず羽目を外して
君のイヤホンも外れてる
いつかのアーティストで終わらないよう
理想の日々を語るだけの今日
無駄にした日を繋ぎだすよ
いつかきっと君の帰る場所
そんな歌詞をそんな声を
そんな存在でいれるように
俺の歌を待ってる人
君が二度と離れないように

運のおかげだった
いやそれすら間違っていた
離れずに君はそこにいた
そこからまたファンは増えていった
どんなに天才といわれ
どんなに才能に溢れて
どんなに音楽を歌っても
君がいなきゃ意味がない

Sorry

Honestly, it was all thanks to luck.
The real me is so insignificant.
I'm only good at making excuses.
I kept running away, and my fans dwindled.
I hid my expectations with boredom.
I missed almost every shot I took.
I messed around without doing what I should.
Your earphones are falling out, too.
So I won't end up as a has-been artist,
Today, all I do is talk about ideal days.
I'll connect the days I wasted.
Someday, this will surely be a place you can come back to.
Lyrics like that, a voice like that,
So I can be that kind of presence for you,
For you, who's waiting for my songs,
So you'll never leave me again.

Honestly, I knew it.
That I'm not good enough as I am now.
That the me from those days when I had nothing was probably better.
Even if no one tells me, I know myself best.
But if someone were to tell me,
The end would surely be right in front of me.

No way.
If you, a new listener, hear this song,
If that's all this song is for, then it shouldn't exist.
I want you to know the new me.
I want to get back the old me.
So you'll never say those days were better,
I'll make sure of it.
So you'll surely love who I am now,
I'll convey it with this song.

Departing, the final train, destination: graveyard.
The train with broken brakes runs without stopping.
Disappearing tracks, an unseen form,
But a story that surely exists.
Carrying you, carrying someone else,
Leaving misfortune behind.

Honestly, it was all thanks to luck.
The real me is so insignificant.
I'm only good at making excuses.
I kept running away, and my fans dwindled.
I hid my expectations with boredom.
I missed almost every shot I took.
I messed around without doing what I should.
Your earphones are falling out, too.
So I won't end up as a has-been artist,
Today, all I do is talk about ideal days.
I'll connect the days I wasted.
Someday, this will surely be a place you can come back to.
Lyrics like that, a voice like that,
So I can be that kind of presence for you,
For you, who's waiting for my songs,
So you'll never leave me again.

Dear my homie, sorry for who I am.
You loved me so much, but I betrayed you.
If you still love my song, can you give me one more chance?
If you can forgive me.

Lyrics glossed over with empty words,
Melodies that are only pleasant to the ear,
Music like that won't reach your pain,
It won't resonate with you.
Love forced and finished,
There was never any love there to begin with.
The essential emotions I feel are always
A mixture of pain and happiness.

Arriving, the final train, destination: graveyard.
I run, escaping the days that only appear in dreams.
Increasing souls, healing sad feelings, I'll change them to joy.
For you, just for you,
I'll keep singing.

Honestly, it was all thanks to luck.
The real me is so insignificant.
I'm only good at making excuses.
I kept running away, and my fans dwindled.
I hid my expectations with boredom.
I missed almost every shot I took.
I messed around without doing what I should.
Your earphones are falling out, too.
So I won't end up as a has-been artist,
Today, all I do is talk about ideal days.
I'll connect the days I wasted.
Someday, this will surely be a place you can come back to.
Lyrics like that, a voice like that,
So I can be that kind of presence for you,
For you, who's waiting for my songs,
So you'll never leave me again.

It was all thanks to luck.
No, even that was wrong.
You were there, you didn't leave.
From then on, my fans started increasing again.
No matter how much of a genius I'm called,
No matter how much talent I overflow with,
No matter how much music I sing,
It's meaningless without you.