Текст и перевод песни TOCCHI - Cycle

Cycle

お前は優しいが
足りてないなハングリーさ
昔から大体そんな類い
貼られた名刺
能天気 偽善者
明るいチビに八方美人

どれもそうかも何故かこう
これが楽な姿勢合わせますよ都合
あの時の行動 誰の為の今日
分からぬまま始まる朝
結果はなんだ
変な話どうでもよかった
その時に喜ぶ俺かお前が居たなら
言うてそこそこ生きて経つ
もちろん多く経たマルよりもバツ

数々の行き止まり探すドア
辿り着き方で変わる景色鮮やかさ
小さな歩幅大きな遠回りが
縁取る器のサイズ 形

人知れずただひとりでに
降り出す雨ザーザー
何かが潤ったたまたま
一纏めの独り言
Key groove足す本音
誰かが受け取って踊った何処かで

ほとんどlowのないドラムでも
上手く踊らされ
ひた隠し心格好の良い偽物
煙たいドラムには
不恰好ながら踊らされ
ポロポロと心情溢すすっかり見世物

自然と惹かれては近寄るもいつも
手には取らず目逸らすあの頃
数多くの周り皆が鼻で笑いながら
綺麗事と呼んでたから
現在さらけ出す腹の内を口ずさみ
腹満たすってサイクル
観衆は俺らのみ
好きなだけlaid-back
ほらまた本心の綺麗事書いてrap

人知れずただひとりでに
降り出す雨ザーザー
何かが潤ったたまたま
一纏めの独り言
Key groove足す本音
誰かが受け取って踊った何処かで

Cycle

You're kind, but
You lack hunger
You've always been like that
The business card you gave me says
Carefree, a hypocrite
A cheerful dwarf, a social butterfly

Maybe it's all true, somehow
This is the easiest way to fit in
Those actions, for whom? Whose today is this?
I start my day still clueless
What's the result?
It's a strange story, I didn't care
If you or I had been happy then
I'll just keep living, for the most part
Of course, I've had more failures than successes

I search for doors at countless dead ends
The path I take changes the scenery's vividness
Small steps, large detours
Define the size and shape of my vessel

On my own, unnoticed
The rain starts to pour down
Something's been watered by chance
A collection of monologues
Add the key, the groove, the truth
Somewhere, someone hears it and dances

Even with a drum that has almost no low end
I'm cleverly made to dance
Hiding my heart, a well-dressed fake
With a smoky drum
I'm made to dance despite my clumsiness
My emotions overflow, a complete spectacle

Naturally drawn, I approached, but as always
I didn't take it, I looked away, like I did back then
Many people around me laughed mockingly
Because they called it hypocrisy
Now I bare my soul, humming
The cycle of satiation
The audience is only us
As laid-back as I want
See, I write hypocritical truths in my rap again

On my own, unnoticed
The rain starts to pour down
Something's been watered by chance
A collection of monologues
Add the key, the groove, the truth
Somewhere, someone hears it and dances