Текст и перевод песни Hannya - タイムトライアル

タイムトライアル

まともな仕事? 悪いが知れてる たかが
明日の為に眠りを取ったら 夢を諦めた只のバカだ
アクセル、ブレーキ使い分けを こなす年? もし、
このノートを閉じた時、後悔と終わりが近付く少し
やりてえ事、やりたかねえ事
その差は増すぜ 日を追う事
上の階のアホは今日もうるせー
オリャ出るぜ こんな木造くずれ
増すな苛立ち 消えろしがらみ
それでも未だに求める日だまり
リアルなモノは現在 時間だきゃあ 紛れも無い

1秒前 2秒先 その中間 イヤ、瞬間の味
過去現在未来三車線 ぐるぐる回る予想さえも無え
昔のハナシが多くなった時
ピースサインよりも立てるゼ中指
周りなんざ無え眼中、「またネ、来週」
よりか笑って Fuck you

テールランプがクソ眩しい 夜中東京赤坂付近
帰路につく人乗り込むタクシー
別に帰っても何もねーし
プリンスホテルが光ってら
スウィートにジャグジー違う世界?
陸橋加速80、90、100、110km、覚悟以外無くす
耳を突んざく 風をも喰う 目が合うカラス何処へ飛ぶ
後"19" テレカの度数 昨日までは耳元で呼吸
ブチ切れてきたぜ 生も死も 246から道玄坂
朝 限界フラつく また始まる上等
所詮イっちゃってる世の中
噛み付く力 そのまま 光りは見えねーか? 全く
バウンスバウンス 今オレ等の番ッス
心の折れねークソ共 what'up?
「後が無いんじゃ」と仰った 文太の気持ちに万々歳
過去現在未来 変なハナシ先の先は見過ぎ無い
傷のひとつやふたつでどーの抜かすんなら
オレの靴下食わす
ブタの安心、狼の不安? 面倒クセー
まとめてクラッシュ

1秒前 2秒先 その中間 イヤ、瞬間の味
過去現在未来三車線 ぐるぐる回る予想さえも無え
昔のハナシが多くなった時
ピースサインよりも立てるゼ中指
周りなんざ無え眼中、「またネ、来週」
よりか笑って Fuck you

2本の足がガッチリ付いた 間違い無いドライバー
このレース誰が作った? 走り続けるしかねーのさ
黄色い太陽 真っ赤な夕陽 かかって来いや 欲と数字
7割ゆっくり 3割クイックリー
10割ブリブリ それもイイ
山と海 見えねー アスファルト 笑いとばせ 何もかも
立てた中指 1本でOnelove 人はオレをこう呼ぶ般若
I'm モンスター nonstop ジェットコースター
簡単に言やぁ 革命家
前しか見えない目玉でイイ 止まる筈はねーさ

1秒前 2秒先 その中間 イヤ、瞬間の味
過去現在未来三車線 ぐるぐる回る予想さえも無え
昔のハナシが多くなった時
ピースサインよりも立てるゼ中指
周りなんざ無え眼中、「またネ、来週」
よりか笑って Fuck you

Time Trial

A decent job? Sorry, I don't know about that. It's only
If you sleep to prepare for tomorrow, you're just an idiot who's given up on your dreams.
Accelerate, brake, which year do you want to do it? If,
When you close this notebook, regret and the end will come a little closer.
Things you want to do, things you don't want to do,
The difference will grow with each passing day.
The idiot upstairs is noisy again today.
I'm getting out of here, this wooden wreck.
Get rid of your irritation, get rid of your worries.
Yet I still search for a sunny spot.
The only real thing is the present, it's time, no doubt about it.

1 second ago, 2 seconds in the future, in between. No, experience it now.
Past, present, future, three lanes, going around and around, not even a prediction.
When you start talking about the past a lot,
Instead of a peace sign, I'll give you the finger.
I don't see anyone around me, "See you next week",
I'd rather laugh and say, "Fuck you".

The taillights are blinding at night, near Akasaka, Tokyo,
People getting in taxis to go home.
There's nothing at home anyway,
The Prince Hotel is lit up,
A suite with a Jacuzzi, a different world?
Accelerating on the overpass, 80, 90, 100, 110 km, nothing to lose.
The wind is deafening, I'm devouring it, crows meet my eyes, where are they flying?
19 more, the number on the phone card, yesterday it was whispering in my ear.
I've lost it, life and death, from Route 246 to Dogenzaka.
Morning, exhausted and stumbling, it's starting again, whatever.
This world is crazy anyway,
The power to bite, just like that, can't you see the light? Not at all.
Bounce, bounce, it's our turn now,
What's up, you losers who won't break?
Bunta said, "There's no future", cheers to that!
Past, present, future, a strange story, don't look too far ahead.
If you're going to talk about a scar or two,
Eat my socks.
The pig's peace of mind, the wolf's anxiety? What a drag.
Crash them all.

1 second ago, 2 seconds in the future, in between. No, experience it now.
Past, present, future, three lanes, going around and around, not even a prediction.
When you start talking about the past a lot,
Instead of a peace sign, I'll give you the finger.
I don't see anyone around me, "See you next week",
I'd rather laugh and say, "Fuck you".

Two feet firmly planted, a driver without a doubt,
Who created this race? I have to keep running.
Yellow sun, crimson sunset, bring it on, desires and numbers,
70% slow, 30% quick,
100% full throttle, that's fine too.
Mountains and sea, out of sight, asphalt, laugh it off, everything.
My raised finger, one love, they call me Hannya.
I'm a monster, nonstop, a rollercoaster,
Simply put, a revolutionary.
I can only see forward with my eyes, no way I'm stopping.

1 second ago, 2 seconds in the future, in between. No, experience it now.
Past, present, future, three lanes, going around and around, not even a prediction.
When you start talking about the past a lot,
Instead of a peace sign, I'll give you the finger.
I don't see anyone around me, "See you next week",
I'd rather laugh and say, "Fuck you".