Текст и перевод песни KEYTALK - Typology

Typology

終電間際。夏の匂いが
青春混じりの気怠さと
相まって無機質な日常に
色をつけて走り出すよ
慣れゆく都会の喧騒や
誇張されすぎな明るさも
僕らには不釣り合いさ
予定調和をぶち壊せ
永遠に鳴りやまぬシグナル
すぐ泣く君だって強くなる
想像力から繋がる
変わる事をやめずに元に戻って
タイポロジーの遺伝子
邁進する愛し続ける魂
バイタリティーはイメージ
宛先のない精神ステージ
会心の一撃
降り注ぐ星をほのめかして
握りしめた手で息を刺す
他愛無い会話に忍び寄る
情報操作の罠に然り
夢の中でも音も立てず
予定調和、壊してた
理想郷なんかに憧れ抱いても
明後日の方から願い下げ
足りない、知らない、刺さらない
言霊の連続で元に戻って
タイポロジーの遺伝子
邁進する愛し続ける魂
バイタリティーはイメージ
宛先のない精神ステージ
会心の一撃
降り注ぐ星をほのめかして
左手仰げば鮮やかな運命線
埃にまみれた茶色いアルペンホルン
手をとりあって僕ら woh.oh.oh...
最後に唄うのは常識外れの歌
エーデルワイスが微笑んだ
始発。改札を抜けて浴びる
朝日に混じる夏の匂いが
理屈を超えて顔見合わせ
笑い声に色がついた

Typology

Right around the last train. The smell of summer,
Intermingled with the listlessness of youth,
Blends together to add color to the inorganic everyday,
And sets us off running.
The growing bustle of the city,
And the overly exaggerated brightness
Don't suit us at all.
Let's smash this predictable harmony to smithereens.
The signals that never stop ringing
Will turn even the most weepy girl into a fighter.
Linked together by imagination,
Let's keep changing and changing, but never go back
To the predictable genes of typology.
Beloved souls that forge ahead,
Vitality is just an image.
The mental stage has no destination.
A decisive blow.
Hinting at the falling stars,
My clenched hand pierces the air.
Weaving itself into our trivial conversation
Is the sure trap of information manipulation.
Unnoticed even in dreams,
We were breaking that predictable harmony.
Even if we yearn for a utopia,
Our wishes are foolish and naive.
We're missing something. We don't know. It doesn't hit home.
With this cascade of words, let's go back
To the predictable genes of typology.
Beloved souls that forge ahead,
Vitality is just an image.
The mental stage has no destination.
A decisive blow.
Hinting at the falling stars.
My left hand signals a vivid lifeline.
A dusty brown alpenhorn.
Holding hands, let's go, woh-oh-oh.
In the end, we sing an unconventional song,
And the Edelweiss smiles.
The first train. We pass through the ticket gate and are bathed
In the morning sun mingled with the smell of summer.
Beyond all reason, we look at each other,
And our laughter blooms with color.