Текст и перевод песни GADORO - 俺へ

俺へ

拝啓 クソガキの俺調子どう？無我夢中白球を追いかけるやんちゃ坊主
言いにくいけれどここでハッキリと言う プロ野球選手にはなれないごめん
でもな野球ボールしか握れんお前がもう一つ何かを握ることになる
授業中サボることには真面目なお前がもう一つ真面目に向き合う
それは どん底に突き落とされ転げまわりながらも
手探りで探し当てたマイクだ
コイツでお前が諦めたあの時の夢を違った形で叶えてやりたいんだ
お前に戻りたくなる時だってあるが
お前が今の俺になりたいと思えるような
ヒーローになるからどうか見ていてくれ

あの日お前が夢を見た特大のホームランをかっ飛ばす事は出来ない
芯からずれ内野と外野の間に落ちたようなそんな音楽しか歌えない
でも許してくれ これが俺の歌なんだ
信じていてくれ これが俺の正義なんだ
自分で蒔いた種だとしても咲く可能性はあると俺は信じる

60の俺 生きてるか？どうせ働きもせずにホームレスになってるんだろ
えっ？まだ音楽をやっちょるって？マジ嘘だろ？相変わらず狂ってるなお前
酔った勢いで過去の自分語りやって 「最近の若い奴は」とかほざいて
朝目が覚めて薄ら寒くなっちまうような そんなおじさんにはなんなよ
言われんでん分かる？ まぁそりゃそうか
あの日一生若手だって口にしたもんな
10歳だろうが70歳になろうが挑戦を辞めた時が初めて老人だ
もしチャチなヴァース蹴ったその時は おじさんだろうがぶん殴るからな
俺以外でも吐ける言葉を吐くような俺にならないでいてくれ

物忘れが多くなってしまったのは増えすぎた知識を捨ててるだけ
なんて 捻くれた発言をするんだろ 知ってるよ
あんたのことは俺がよく分かってる
あんたもそこまで永くはないだろう 刻一刻と地獄に近づいてる
何かの間違いで天国へ行けたなら ばあちゃんによろしく伝えといてくれ

60の俺から現在の俺へ 面倒くさがらずに最後まで聞いてくれ
なんとなく社会に入り込んだお前は現実の厳しさを知り挫折を繰り返す
だがあの日お前をクビにした上司は俺が言うのもなんだが見る目あったよな
おかげでブレブレの社会不適合者でも人の心臓を震わせるものを見つけた
頑張ってないと否定されたみたいで頑張れって言われるのが嫌いなお前
分かる奴にだけ分かれば良いだなんて 自分の愚かさから逃げてるお前
躓くたび自分探しの旅って？紛れもなく自分はそこにいるだろ
虹を見たけりゃ少しの雨くらい我慢だ 傷跡は隠すなそれがお前なんだ

前にコケてしまいそうなほどに強い力で背中を押してやるからな
花まだ咲かなくて良かったな 咲いた後ってのは枯れるだけだから
努力は裏切らねえって言葉に裏切られたあの頃のお前を裏切ってやったぞ
過去のお前が俺を見たように 未来の俺がお前を見てる

To Myself

Dear bratty younger me, how's it going? That restless kid chasing a baseball with all his might.
It's hard to say, but I'll be blunt, you won't become a professional baseball player, I'm sorry.
But you, who could only grip a baseball, will find something else to hold onto.
You, who were only serious about skipping class, will find something else to be serious about.
It's a microphone, that you groped for and found
while tumbling around, hitting rock bottom.
With this, I want to fulfill the dream you gave up on back then, in a different way.
There are times when I want to go back to being you,
but I will become a hero that you'd want to be like,
so please watch over me.

I can't hit that grand slam home run you dreamed of that day.
I can only sing music that's like a mis-hit, falling between the infield and outfield.
But forgive me, this is my song.
Believe in me, this is my justice.
Even if it's a seed I sowed myself, I believe there's a possibility it will bloom.

Hey, 60-year-old me, are you alive? You're probably homeless, not working, right?
What? You're still making music? Seriously? You're still crazy, aren't you?
Getting drunk and reminiscing about the past, ranting about "kids these days,"
then waking up in the morning feeling a slight chill. Don't become that kind of old man.
You know what I mean, right? Well, of course you do.
You were the one who said you'd be forever young.
Whether you're 10 or 70, the first time you stop challenging yourself is when you truly become old.
If you ever spit out some weak verses, I'll punch you, even if you're an old man.
Don't become someone who says things anyone could say, things other than me could say.

Becoming forgetful just means I'm discarding excess knowledge.
That's such a twisted thing to say, I know.
I understand you well.
You don't have much longer, you're getting closer to hell every moment.
If by some miracle you make it to heaven, give my best to grandma.

From 60-year-old me to my present self: Don't get lazy, listen to me until the end.
You, who half-heartedly entered society, will learn the harshness of reality and experience repeated setbacks.
But the boss who fired you back then, I hate to say it, but he had a good eye.
Thanks to him, even a flaky misfit like you found something that can make people's hearts tremble.
You hate being told to "work hard" because it feels like a denial of your efforts.
You, who run away from your own foolishness, saying "it's enough if those who understand, understand."
Every time you stumble, you go on a "journey of self-discovery?" You're undeniably right there, aren't you?
If you want to see a rainbow, you have to endure a little rain. Don't hide your scars, they are what make you, you.

I'll push you forward with such force that you'll almost fall flat on your face.
It's a good thing your flower hasn't bloomed yet. After blooming, all that's left is to wither.
I betrayed the you who was betrayed by the words "hard work pays off."
Just like my past self looked at me, my future self is watching you.