自画像 - Motohiro Hata перевод на английский

自画像

午前十時 僕は愛の意味ばかりを考えてる
頭の中 突き刺すよな原因不明の痛みに襲われてる
窓の外でゴミ収集車のメロディが聞こえてる
体の中 調子っぱずれのリフレインがどこまでも響いてく

以前 一度だけ会った女が着信 残してる
ベッドの中 淫らな姿を 思い出して少しばかりにやける
今日も 自らを慰め その日の終わりを待ってる
暮らしの中 這いずり回るムカデのように苛立ちが巡ってる

この現世(うつしよ)のあらゆるいやらしさ ちぎり絵にしました
そしたら自画像が描けました 僕はどうすればいいですか

愛なんてない 愛なんてない 愛なんてないのに
愛なんてない 愛なんてない きっと幻想だろ
意味なんてない 意味なんてない 意味なんてはじめからないのに
意味なんてない 意味なんてない これは ただの歌だよ

午前十時 僕は愛の意味ばかりを考えてる
画面の中 それでも鳴り止まない悲鳴の理由を訊ねてみる
偽善的な言葉を並べて自己を正当化する
平和の中"何となく"だけで生きてくことにズブズブ浸かってく

とどのつまり 何より愛されることを望んでいる
陽射しの中 幸せそうに笑う人々をぼんやり眺めてる
挙げ句 自らを慰める度 虚しく 萎れてく
誰かの中 せめて 痕跡(しるし)を 刻めれば少しくらい報われる?

この現世(うつしよ)のあらゆる美しさ ちぎり絵に出来たら
そしたら振り向いてくれますか 滅茶苦茶にしてもいいですか

愛なんてない 愛なんてない 愛なんてないのに
愛なんてない 愛なんてない 悪い冗談だろ
意味なんてない 意味なんてない 意味なんてはじめからないのに
意味なんてない 意味なんてない 所詮 歌は歌だよ

午前十時 僕は愛の意味ばかりを考えてる

Self-Portrait

At 10 a.m., all I can think about is what love means
My head's throbbing with a mysterious pain
I can hear the melody of the garbage truck outside my window
A discordant melody echoes through my body

There's a missed call from a woman I met once
I'm lying in bed, smiling a little as I recall her lewdness
Today, too, I'm comforting myself, waiting for the day to end
Irritation crawls through my being like a centipede

I've torn up all the vulgarity of this world into collage
And from that, I've made a self-portrait. What should I do?

There's no such thing as love, there's no such thing as love, there's no such thing as love
There's no such thing as love, there's no such thing as love, it must be an illusion
There's no such thing as meaning, there's no such thing as meaning, there's no meaning to begin with
There's no such thing as meaning, there's no such thing as meaning, this is just a song

At 10 a.m., all I can think about is what love means
On the screen, I ask why the screams won't stop
I string together hypocritical words to justify myself
I sink deeper and deeper into "whatever" peace

What it all boils down to is that I want to be loved more than anything
I stare blankly at people laughing happily in the sunlight
Every time I comfort myself, I feel empty and withered
If I could just leave a mark on someone, would that make it worth something?

If I could tear up all the beauty of this world into collage
Would you turn back to me? Would it be okay if I messed you up?

There's no such thing as love, there's no such thing as love, there's no such thing as love
There's no such thing as love, there's no such thing as love, it's a cruel joke
There's no such thing as meaning, there's no such thing as meaning, there's no meaning to begin with
There's no such thing as meaning, there's no such thing as meaning, a song is just a song

At 10 a.m., all I can think about is what love means