Текст и перевод песни Seiko Oomori - ピンクメトセラ

ピンクメトセラ

リンシノモリのウイルス
感染ルートは僕の下書き保存 ナチュラルな死にたみを吸い込んだリンゴさ
盗撮した水色に 鍵をかけたはずなのに
僕を見透かして笑う 現実と夢の彼岸にて

クラウド化された僕の憎しみが君の愛と隣り合わせというのもエロいね
リンゴの森のギャングスター リンシちゃんはまだこども
ゲームで殺した猫が ほんとに死んでも
人口知能 世界から-1しただけ

拡散希望は魂の質量の表明
生きたい 生きるほど近づく

喜びも悲しみも
1秒毎に降り注ぐおわりが痛い 痛い 痛い
大切が 過ぎていくまでわからないよ
ピンクメトセラ おねがい
ピンクメトセラ 連れてって

嫉妬もできないくらい 圧倒的に負けたい
半端な欲動 僕はひるまない
一斉送信 ラブレター
ピコピコハンマーラブも大連鎖して大ダメージ
希望の残骸 甘く煮詰めた溜息で空腹しのいだ

匿名希望のサヨナラで世界を欺いて生きてる
僕の僕はどこだ

防波堤もトラウマも
地続きのストーリー 踏んで潰して 痛い 痛い 痛い
いくつもの正義にがんじがらめなんだ
ピンクメトセラ 逃げよう
いのち賭けで逃げよう

喜びも悲しみも
一秒毎全部君に伝えたい 痛い 痛い 居ない
踊らなきゃ 言わなきゃ ぎゅっと抱き合わなきゃ
さみしかったでしょ おかえり
ピンクメトセラ おかえり

Pink Methuselah

Virus of the Forest of Apple Trees
Infection route is my draft saved. You're breathing in natural death into your apple.
Keyhole to the peeping tom blue. I could've sworn I locked it,
But I see reality laughing at me. It's laughing alongside my dreams.

My hatred is uploaded to the cloud. It's erotic to have it right next to your love.
Gangster of the Forest of Apples. Lynn is still just a kid.
Even if a cat you killed in the game dies in real life,
For this AI, it's just -1 less in the world.

Desire for spreading is an expression of the mass of my soul.
I want to live. The more I live, the closer I am to the end.

Both joy and sorrow
Every second brings the end. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
The dearest thing is not known until it has passed,
Pink Methuselah, please
Take me away, Pink Methuselah

I can no longer feel even jealousy. I'm ready to lose overwhelmingly,
My desire is moderate. I won't hesitate
Sending out a love letter to everyone,
A series of hammer-shaped love does huge damage.
What remains of my hope is a sweet-tasting sigh. It's been satisfying my hunger

Living by sending anonymous goodbyes to the world and lying.
Who am I?

Both the breakwater and the trauma.
A continuous story. I'm stepping on it and breaking it. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts,
I'm tied up in many righteous battles
Let's escape, Pink Methuselah
Let's escape with the risk of our lives

Both joy and sorrow
Every second I want to tell you everything. It hurts. It hurts. You're gone.
I have to dance. I have to talk. I have to hold you tight.
You must've been lonely. Welcome back
Welcome back, Pink Methuselah