Текст и перевод песни SUSHIBOYS - Band-Aid

Band-Aid

痛いの痛いの飛んでけ
月の裏まで飛んでけ
銀の円盤に乗っかって
未知なる君にはじめまして
Band-Aid Sunday Monday
Band-Aid Tuesday Wednesday
Band-Aid Thursday Friday
Band-Aid Saturday

これが笑い話に変わっているころは
IPhoneいくつになってる
月の裏まで飛ばした痛みが
懐かしくなる時を待ってる
何もやる気なんねぇって
気分にたまになって
上がったり下がったり
エレベーターではありません
Band-Aid貼ってるといくらかましで
昔行ったあの場所とか行きたくなる
痛いの痛いの飛んでけ
群馬あたり飛んでけ
入る伊香保温泉しめる僕の思い出
ここで転んだからこそ良かったと
言えるように立ち上がって
前を向いて歩き出す

痛いの痛いの飛んでけ
月の裏まで飛んでけ
銀の円盤に乗っかって
未知なる君にはじめまして
Band-Aid Sunday Monday
Band-Aid Tuesday Wednesday
Band-Aid Thursday Friday
Band-Aid Saturday

君は僕の薬箱なんて言葉は綺麗事さBaby
君は僕の薬箱だったけど今は傷に付ける
薬は持ち合わせてないみたい
だからこのまま放心状態
Yeah 痛いの飛んでけって
思うほど痛いのマジ飛んでないのさ
Yeah 私は保健室のladyじゃないのまあ平気
だから今は無理矢理貼るBand-Aid
ふやけて臭くなっても貼るBand-Aid
時が経って貼ってるって忘れちゃって
治りかけの傷が少し
切なくなるまでどっかに飛んでって

痛いの痛いの飛んでけ
月の裏まで飛んでけ
銀の円盤に乗っかって
未知なる君にはじめまして
Band-Aid Sunday Monday
Band-Aid Tuesday Wednesday
Band-Aid Thursday Friday
Band-Aid Saturday

Band-Aid

Pain, pain, fly away
Fly away to the far side of the moon
Fly on a silver disc
To a strange you, let me introduce myself
Band-Aid Sunday Monday
Band-Aid Tuesday Wednesday
Band-Aid Thursday Friday
Band-Aid Saturday

When this becomes a joke,
What will the iPhone be?
The pain I sent to the far side of the moon,
I’m waiting for it to become a fond memory.
I don’t feel like doing anything,
Sometimes I feel this way.
Up and down, up and down.
This isn’t an elevator.
When you put on a Band-Aid,
It hurts a little less.
Pain, pain, fly away,
Fly away to Gunma.
Ikaho Onsen is the first place I ever visited.
It was a good thing I fell here,
I got up and walked away.
I faced forward and walked off.

Pain, pain, fly away
Fly away to the far side of the moon
Fly on a silver disk
To a strange you, let me introduce myself
Band-Aid Sunday Monday
Band-Aid Tuesday Wednesday
Band-Aid Thursday Friday
Band-Aid Saturday

The idea you’re my medicine cabinet is just pretty words, baby.
You were my medicine cabinet, but now you hurt me.
Looks like you don’t have any medicine.
I’m still in a state of shock.
Yeah, make the pain go away,
But it doesn’t go away, no matter how much I wish it would.
Yeah, I’m not in the infirmary, honey, I’m okay.
So for now I put on fake Band-Aids.
I put on Band-Aids, even when they get damp and smelly.
I forget I have them on.
My wounds are almost healed
They hurt a bit until they fly away.

Pain, pain, fly away
Fly away to the far side of the moon
Fly on a silver disc
To a strange you, let me introduce myself
Band-Aid Sunday Monday
Band-Aid Tuesday Wednesday
Band-Aid Thursday Friday
Band-Aid Saturday