Текст и перевод песни ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION - Shinseiki no Love Song

Shinseiki no Love Song

あの日 僕がセカンドフライを上手に捕ったとして
それで今も抱えている後悔はなくなるのかな
十五年経ってもまだ捨てられない僕がいて
生活は続く 生活は続く
夕方のニュースで何処かの誰かが亡くなって
涙ぐむキャスター それでまた明日
そんなふうには取り上げられずに僕らは死ぬとして
世界は続く 何もなかったように
ほら 君の涙 始まれ21st
恵みの雨だ
僕たちの新世紀
あの日 君が心の奥底を静かに飲み込んで
いれば誰も傷つかずに丸く収まったかな
ボロボロになっても僕らは懲りずに恋をして
生活は続く 生活は続く
朝方のニュースでビルに飛行機が突っ込んで
目を伏せるキャスター そんな日もあった
愛と正義を武器に僕らは奪い合って
世界は続く 何もなかったように
ほら 君の涙 始まれ21st
恵みの雨だ
僕たちの新世紀
覚めない夢とガラクタ商品
背負い込む僕らのアイデア
冴えない詩の如何様ストーリー
それを鳴らす それを鳴らす
変わりない日々をひたすら消費
縫い繋ぐ僕らのアイデア
冴えない詩の如何様ストーリー
それを鳴らす それを鳴らす
確かな言葉が見当たらない
言い当てる言葉も見当たらない
それでも僕らは愛と呼んで
不確かな想いを愛と呼んだ
本当のことは誰も知らない
あなたのすべてを僕は知らない
それでも僕らは愛と呼んで
不確かな想いを愛と呼んだんだ
息を吸って 命を食べて
排泄するだけの猿じゃないと言えるかい?
ほら 君の涙
さようなら旧世紀
恵みの雨だ
僕たちの新世紀
ほら 君の涙
さようなら旧世紀
恵みの雨だ
僕たちの新世紀

A New Century's Love Song

If I had caught that second fly well that day
Would I still have these regrets that I'm holding onto?
There's a part of me that can't let go of what happened fifteen years ago
Life goes on, life goes on
In the evening news, someone, somewhere has died
The newscaster is choking back tears, but tomorrow will come
We'll probably die without being mentioned on the news
The world will keep turning as if nothing happened
Hey, your tears, let the 21st century begin
It's the rain of blessings
Our new century
If you had swallowed your true feelings that day
Perhaps no one would have been hurt and everything would have been okay?
Even though we're falling apart, we still stubbornly fall in love
Life goes on, life goes on
In the morning news, an airplane has crashed into a building
The newscaster looks down; there have been days like that
We fight over love and justice as weapons
The world will keep turning as if nothing happened
Hey, your tears, let the 21st century begin
It's the rain of blessings
Our new century
Never-ending dreams and worthless merchandise
We carry the burden of our own ideas
A half-baked story of a lousy poem
We play it, we play it
We mindlessly consume our unchanging days
We stitch together our own ideas
A half-baked story of a lousy poem
We play it, we play it
I can't find the right words to say
I can't find the words to express myself
But we still call it love
We called our uncertain feelings love
No one really knows the truth
I don't know everything about you
But we still call it love
We called our uncertain feelings love
Can we say that we're more than monkeys that just breathe, eat life
and excrete?
Hey, your tears
Goodbye, old century
It's the rain of blessings
Our new century
Hey, your tears
Goodbye, old century
It's the rain of blessings
Our new century