Текст и перевод песни WANYUDO - 左回りの時計

左回りの時計

眠ってるようだけど確かに起きてる
落ち葉が舞い上がる竜巻の季節
喧噪の残像が街角に消える
ポケットのチャリ銭で明日も生きれる
汗だくのタオルを水道にさらす
硬く絞って頭に撒くターバン
呼び出され現場に向かう労働者
荷台に詰め込まれまるで護送車
ポリタンクいっぱいに雨水がたまる
長い時間をかけ地面は固まる
ぬかるみから諦めの花が咲く
なぜか未来の自分と重なる
コンビニの菓子パンとおにぎりの昼食
暖めなおす一握りの友情
後輩、就職や留学の報告
苦虫を噛み潰す昼寝前の高卒
収録が終わった後スタジオでChill
売れればきっと良い暮らしもできる
がむしゃらに働いて支払ったリスク
近道などないと今更気づく
人生かけて叫ぶその時の感情
いつか教えてやる、子供にもちゃんと
一生は短いようで長いことを
動き続ける左回りのClock

移り変わってく時代の中で
自分がやれることと誰かが求めることを
こすり合わせる
数えきれないほどの徳を積み重ねる
過ちと向き合って悔い改める
一回の人生、何が狂わせる
償いは続いてく終わりが来るまで
人に言えない過去を持つ奴に送る
許されて楽になるときがきっとくる
みっともなく縋り付く神仏の残骸
大手振って世間の顰蹙を買いな
受け入れられようともがく初期段階
昨日に苦しんだ分今日に乾杯
疲れ切って倒れこんだベッドのスプリング
しわしわの折り目まるで古新聞
携帯のアラームの音に苦しむ
明日ってやつは呼んでないのに
すぐに来る
一般社会に適合して働く
一般じゃない世界で成功してわからす
やりたいことだけに明け暮れた休日
間違った正義感とありふれた充実
憂鬱な毎日を明るくする出会いからの
目の前の選択で変わる数年先
寝れないまま明日も仕事
静かに動く左回りのClock

将来なんて考えずに座ってた
教室のストーブ、ノートに向かってた
前のやつが机にうずくまってた
毛羽立ったブランケットにくるまってた
誰も書いたことがない歌詞が書けた
みんなに見せたいのに立ち上がれない
目が覚めいつもの朝に戻る
左回りのClock

Clockwise Clock

I'm sleeping, but I'm definitely awake
The season for tornadoes to spin up fallen leaves
Afterimages of the hustle and bustle vanish at the street corner
I can live another day on the change in my pocket
I wash the sweaty towel in the faucet
I wring it tightly and wrap it around my head like a turban
A worker getting called out to a job site
Packed into the truck's bed like a paddy wagon
A water tank fills up with rain
Over a long time, the ground hardens
A flower of resignation blooms from the mud
For some reason, it overlaps with my future self
Convenience store pastries and rice balls for lunch
Reheating a handful of friendship
A junior's report of getting a job or studying abroad
A high school graduate chews on regret before a nap
Chilling at the studio after the recording
If it sells, I can probably live well
I worked like hell and paid off my risk
Realizing now that there are no shortcuts
The feelings of that time, I'll scream them out, giving my life
Someday, I'll teach them to my children, too
That life is short and long
A clockwise clock that keeps moving

In the midst of changing times
What I can do and what someone asks of me
Rubbing them together
Accumulating countless virtues
Facing my mistakes and repenting
A single life, what makes it go awry
Atonement continues until the end
To those with a past they can't tell anyone
A time will surely come when you are forgiven and at ease
A pitiful sight, clinging to the remains of gods and buddhas
Go out there and buy the world's scorn
The initial stage of trying to be accepted
Toast to today for all the suffering yesterday
The bed springs on which I collapsed exhausted
Wrinkled folds like an old newspaper
Suffering at the sound of my phone's alarm
Although I didn't call for it
Tomorrow comes
Working in conformity with society
Succeeding in a world that isn't normal, making them understand
A day off spent on nothing but what I want to do
Mistaken sense of justice and ordinary fulfillment
From a chance encounter that brightens up gloomy days
The choice before us changes the next few years
Another work day tomorrow, unable to sleep
The clockwise clock that moves quietly

I sat without thinking about the future
The classroom heater, facing my notebook
The guy in front of me was huddled over his desk
Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket
I wrote lyrics that no one had written before
I want to show everyone, but I can't stand up
My eyes open and I'm back to my usual morning
A clockwise clock