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私の世紀末カルテ

家に帰るとテレビが無くては生きて行けません
嘘でもいいから刺激が無くては死んでしまいます
こんな時代に手紙を書くのが好きになりました
他人(ひと)に己れをさらけ出すのが怖くてなりません
闘う事や傷つく事は拒むけど
野暮な慰めにゃホロホロリ

胸いっぱい時代の風を吸い込む頃がある
こんなに汚れた都会の空気を有難がっていた
いくつになっても未熟な自分を愛しく思ってる
そんな大人が幼い我が子に道を説いている
誰かにもらった自由を疑う事はなく
知らず知らずうちホロホロリ

可愛い女にゃ優しく振る舞う自分に気付いてる
気前の良さと気さくなジョークでその場を和ませる
今夜ベッドに連れ込む相手に狙いを定めても
下心を悟られないかと気にして飲んでいる
綺麗な女、愉快な男、人は皆
春と裏腹にホロホロリ

人間同士も深入りするとロクな事はない
下手に誤解や裏切りなんぞを被る筋はない
人の絆は付かず離れず希薄な方がいい
その他大勢の群れに紛れて幸福(しあわせ)掴みたい
歩みの遅い者を尻目に駆け抜けりゃ
友は泣き笑いホロホロリ

浮気をするならバレなきゃいいわと笑って妻は言う
このごろ帰りが遅くなったと気遣う振りをする
満員電車のビショ濡れ窓から我が家の屋根を見て
今夜のために昨夜(ゆうべ)と違った言い訳さがしてる
誰も知らない居場所が欲しいそれなのに
愛をブラ下げてホロホロリ

情に流せば弱気な態度と傍(はた)からなじられて
腹から怒鳴ると変わり者だと嗚呼避けられる
頭を下げればその場はなんとか凌げるが
見て見ぬ振りすりゃ自分が何だか惨(みじ)めになってくる
他人(ひと)の視線と自分の評価にうろたえりゃ
春は柳さえユラユラリ

母さんあなたが歌ってくれた小唄が懐しい
この世に生まれこの世で見たのは時代(とき)の流れだけ
未来世紀も人間(ひと)の心はうつろい易いだろう
こんなアジアの片隅なんかにしがみつきながら
もう背伸びをしようなんて言わないが
せめて泣かせてよホロホロリ
夢を捨てられずホロホロリ

My End-of-the-Century Medical Chart

I can't live without a TV when I get home, darling.
Even if it's a lie, I'll die without stimulation, sweetheart.
In this day and age, I've come to love writing letters, my dear.
I'm terrified of exposing myself to others, my love.
I refuse to fight or get hurt, precious,
but silly consolations make me tear up a bit.

There are times when I breathe in the winds of the age, filling my chest, my sweet.
I was grateful for the air of this polluted city, my love.
No matter how old I get, I cherish my immature self, darling.
Such an adult preaches to his young child, sweetheart.
I never doubted the freedom someone gave me, precious,
and unknowingly, I tear up a bit.

I realize I act kindly towards pretty women, my dear.
I lighten the mood with generosity and friendly jokes, my love.
Even when I set my sights on someone to bring to bed tonight, darling,
I drink, worried that my ulterior motives will be noticed, sweetheart.
Beautiful women, cheerful men, everyone, precious,
contrary to spring, tears up a bit.

Getting too involved with people never ends well, my dear.
There's no reason to be burdened by misunderstandings or betrayals, my love.
It's better for human bonds to be tenuous, neither too close nor too distant, darling.
I want to grasp happiness by blending into a crowd of many others, sweetheart.
If I outrun those with slow steps, precious,
my friends laugh and cry, tearing up a bit.

My wife laughs and says it's okay to cheat as long as I don't get caught, my dear.
She pretends to be concerned that I've been coming home late recently, my love.
Looking at the roof of our house from the rain-streaked window of a crowded train, darling,
I'm looking for a different excuse than last night for tonight, sweetheart.
I want a place where no one knows me, yet, precious,
I carry around love and tear up a bit.

If I'm swayed by emotions, I'm criticized by others for being weak, my dear.
If I yell from the gut, I'm shunned as an eccentric, my love.
If I lower my head, I can manage the situation somehow, darling,
but if I look the other way, I start to feel pathetic, sweetheart.
If I'm flustered by the gazes of others and their evaluations of me, precious,
even the willows sway in the spring.

Mom, I miss the ditties you sang to me, my dear.
Born into this world, all I've seen is the flow of time, my love.
Even in the next century, the human heart will be fickle, darling.
Clinging to this corner of Asia, sweetheart,
I won't say I'll try to reach for more, precious,
but at least let me cry, just a little.
Unable to give up on my dreams, I tear up a bit.