押韻見聞録 - Hilcrhyme перевод на английский

押韻見聞録

全国を繋ぐ線路 待ち合わせ
飛び乗る車両は先頭で書き並べる
締め切りは明日まで あぁもう間近
でも弱音は吐いちゃダメ
各地で先導 アテンドしてもらい俺たちは演奏
嗜む名品に名産から定番中の定番
そしてたまに掘りあてるぜこの地だけの名盤

laid back そんな暇など無し
この時期を今か今かと待ち
全ての経験が力となり
縛られぬ自由気まま育ち

乗り込むタクシー方角もわからぬまま
現場にて戦うただ
書き記した全文を
読み上げようか
押韻見聞録

大地と共に踏み続けたこの韻を
使い表す信条
書き足すまた 足りない まだまだまだ
さらにまた磨き上げてくこの韻を
ばら撒いて徐々に浸透
編み出す技 足りない まだまだまだ

真黒になったスニーカー
とんだスピーカーのツイーター
旅の始まりからどれだけが経った
一年弱? それだけかたった
四七の境目 また跨いで
空路の時は羽ばたいて
充血の赤い目擦りながら
見せるテク マイク職人肌

終着の地は日本のど真ん中
上げる声をここでも甲高く
どこよりも熱い熱気と冷たい風
まだ崩せない壁
変わらず持つ左手の拡声器一つで
切り込んでいく各ステージ
聞こえるか? 絶やさぬこの声
願わくばあなたの耳元へ

大地と共に踏み続けたこの韻を
使い表す信条
書き足すまた 足りない まだまだまだ
さらにまた磨き上げてくこの韻を
ばら撒いて徐々に浸透
編み出す技 足りない まだまだまだ

大地と共に踏み続けたこの韻を
使い表す信条
書き足すまた 足りない まだまだまだ
さらにまた磨き上げてくこの韻を
ばら撒いて徐々に浸透
編み出す技 足りない まだまだまだ

まだ書き飽きない書きたい
キラリ光が差すくらい磨いた未開拓
のフロー(フロー)開いた今視界が
自宅のスタジオのマックをタップ
にらめっこするトラックとラップ
この物語もちろんノンフィクション
押韻見聞録 on キックとスネア

大地と共に踏み続けたこの韻を
使い表す信条
書き足すまた 足りない まだまだまだ
さらにまた磨き上げてくこの韻を
ばら撒いて徐々に浸透
編み出す技 足りない まだまだまだ

まだまだまだまだまだ...

Rhyme Travelogue

Railway lines connecting the nation, our meeting place.
I jump on the lead car, my rhymes I embrace.
Deadline's tomorrow, oh, it's so close.
But I can't complain, no time for repose.
Leading the way, guided through each town, we play.
Savoring the best, from local specialties to classics renowned.
And sometimes we unearth, a local gem, a sound profound.

Laid back? No time for that, not now, my dear.
I've waited for this moment, all through the year.
Every experience a strength, you see,
Unbound and free, that's how I grew to be.

I hop in a taxi, direction unknown, it's true.
At the venue, I battle, just me and you.
The full text I've written down,
Shall I read it aloud?
My Rhyme Travelogue, loud and proud.

With the earth beneath my feet, these rhymes I've honed,
Expressing my creed, my beliefs enthroned.
I keep writing, still not enough, not yet, not nearly.
Further refining these rhymes, so clearly.
Scattering them wide, letting them seep in slowly.
Crafting my skills, still not enough, not yet, not wholly.

My sneakers worn black, from the miles I've trod.
Blown speaker tweeters, a nod to God.
How long has it been since this journey began?
Almost a year? Time just ran.
Crossing the borders of prefectures, forty-seven I've seen.
Taking flight, soaring high, like a queen.
Rubbing my bloodshot eyes, weary and worn,
I'll show you my technique, a mic craftsman born.

The final destination, the heart of Japan.
Raising my voice here, as loud as I can.
Hotter passion than anywhere, and a cold wind's bite.
A wall I still can't break, with all my might.
With my megaphone in my left hand, still holding tight,
I'll cut through every stage, shining bright.
Can you hear me? This voice I won't let die.
Hopefully, it reaches you, way up high.

With the earth beneath my feet, these rhymes I've honed,
Expressing my creed, my beliefs enthroned.
I keep writing, still not enough, not yet, not nearly.
Further refining these rhymes, so clearly.
Scattering them wide, letting them seep in slowly.
Crafting my skills, still not enough, not yet, not wholly.

With the earth beneath my feet, these rhymes I've honed,
Expressing my creed, my beliefs enthroned.
I keep writing, still not enough, not yet, not nearly.
Further refining these rhymes, so clearly.
Scattering them wide, letting them seep in slowly.
Crafting my skills, still not enough, not yet, not wholly.

Still not tired of writing, I want to write more.
Polished to a glimmer, unexplored territories I explore.
My flow (flow) opens up, widening my view.
Tapping on my Mac, in my home studio.
Staring at the track and the rap, it's true.
This story, of course, is nonfiction, through and through.
Rhyme Travelogue, on the kick and the snare.

With the earth beneath my feet, these rhymes I've honed,
Expressing my creed, my beliefs enthroned.
I keep writing, still not enough, not yet, not nearly.
Further refining these rhymes, so clearly.
Scattering them wide, letting them seep in slowly.
Crafting my skills, still not enough, not yet, not wholly.

Still not enough, not yet, not nearly...