Текст и перевод песни Kanon Wakeshima - ツキナミ

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聴こえるかい？ この音
デタラメに動いてる
ポンプする心臓と
パンクしちゃいそうな脳
聴こえるかい？ このNOTE
消えてしまう刹那を掴む
生まれては
すぐに死んでいく 一瞬
左手は万年大忙しだよ
右手だって
ちゃんと働いているよ
指示を送れよ
なりたいものの前で
恥じてる様じゃ ダメだ
有限の中走っている
謳歌する暇もなく精一杯に
命令だ
海馬よどうか留めておくれ
日々の忘却曲線の
ストッパーは
どこにも売ってないよ
今あるもの全て 贅沢だ
心に映す事が
許されている間に
いつかあなたが
この破片を拾って胸に飾る様な
歓びが欲しいんだ
思い出は網膜の
シャッター音の数
肺と血管は懐かしさを含む
熱をくれよ
なれないものの後ろで
焦がれるのは やめだ
永遠じゃないのは知っている
刻まれた残り離れられないよ
運命だ
青と赤どちらかを切ったって
手違いのエラー
起こしたがっている
時間は買えないよ
今巡ってる季節 泣きそうだ
尊さは一つだけしか
ない事みたい
きっとあなたが微笑んだり
涙を流す様な
月並みな幸せ
有限の中走っている
謳歌する暇もなく精一杯に
永遠じゃないのは知っている
刻まれた残り離れられないよ
今が欲しいなんて
叶いもしないなんて
だから愛しくなるのかな
失って忘れない様に
こうして歌っているんだよ
鼓動 脈を鳴らす
心臓と脳が 尽きるまで

Tsuki Nami

Do you hear it? This sound
Moving erratically
The pumping heart and
The brain that might break
Do you hear it? This NOTE
Catching hold of the moment that disappears
That is born,
And dies immediately. A moment,
My left hand is always very busy
My right hand too,
Is working properly
Please give me instructions
When in front of that which you want to be,
It's no good to show shame
Running within the finite,
Singing as much as I can, without having the time to enjoy it
It is a command,
Hippocampus, please try holding onto it
Of the curve of forgetting in day-to-day life,
The stopper,
Is not available anywhere
All of the things that we have now are luxurious
For the sake of being able to show them in my heart,
During the times that allow it
Someday you will,
Pick up these pieces and keep them close to your chest
I want joy
Memories are the number of,
Shutter sounds on my retinas
My lungs and blood vessels contain nostalgia
Give me heat
I will not,
Despair behind that which I cannot become
I know that it is not eternal,
The remaining engraving is inseparable
It is fate
Whether it's red or blue, if I cut one of them,
A mismatched error,
Will try to happen
Time cannot be bought
The season I am traveling around now makes me want to cry
It seems there is,
Only one precious thing
Surely it's like you smiling,
Or shedding tears,
Such a commonplace happiness
Running within the finite,
Singing as much as I can, without having the time to enjoy it
I know that it is not eternal,
The remaining engraving is inseparable
I want the present
Though it might not come true
Perhaps that is why it becomes dear
So that I won't lose or forget it,
I keep singing like this
Palpitations, making my pulse beat
Until my heart and brain are exhausted