A keresés eredménye oldal 4

amazarashi - A Feeling of Life 生活感

Versions: #2
amazarashi - A Feeling of Life 生活感
 
The reflected light of the highway flares in the blue sky.
 
A mirage of the Milky Way, the Northern Star feels alive.
 
More fuel in the heater. A night of deep snow.
 
The smoke rises up endlessly. The whooping cough starts to act up.
 
In the forest at the hase of a precipitous mountain, a moonlit night that only comes once every thousands of years.
 
An invoice that elicits a sigh.
 
The girl sleeps soundly, cloaked in stillness.
 
On a wallpaper depicting a dense forest, a centipede makes its way across the world.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
To this song of joy, this ode.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
To this song of joy, this ode.
 

amazarashi - Waiting for Spring 春待ち

Versions: #2
amazarashi - Waiting for Spring 春待ち
 
The alley to the right, when your back faces the station, meets a dead end at a freight warehouse.
 
There, across the corner from a coin laundry, is the road to her house.
 
''Though I follow a number of memories, the road I'll follow is this alone.''
 
I stay with only these sentimentalities, which I'll one day leave behind.
 
A certain town. The passing of heavy rain.
 
A blanket of snow. Damp, slushy snow.
 
In the end, I rise up against the dancing snow, and I wait for spring.
 
At the mercy of high waves the gulls drifting about beneath the midnight sun are lost in the engulfing darkness. I offer my condolences, and I wait for spring.
 
Beyond this point, the darkness grows. I wince at it.
 
Suddenly, the lyrics I've written are worthless, so I wait for spring.
 
The flowers count the seconds until their bloom. Faintly, sunlight pours in.
 
A good omen. On this day, I leave town, and wait for spring.
 
Somewhere, I'll wait for spring.
 
Somewhere, I'll wait for spring.
 
Somewhere.
 
Somewhere.
 

Live a little

I am gloomy, and you are quiet too,
It true that its all the fault of this moment.
In every heartbeat a sorrow lives.
I wonder why then this heart says
'Live a little, live a little.'
This heart says 'Live a little.'
Oh my companion, oh my partner,
Come closer. Live a little.
 
I agree, that life is full of pain,
Even so it has this relief,
That I am yours, and you mine,
Let's so remain, and our affection too.
Then why have the connections between our hearts broken?
And why are we so averse to living?
Come let us open the door to our hearts,
Come let us cry our hearts out,
Live a little, live a little,
This heart says 'Live a little.'
Oh my companion, oh my partner,
Come closer. Live a little.
 
Let these clouds of grief go away,
Let our lives be cleansed,
Leave behind the bearing of painful memories,
And listen to what your heart is saying,
 
'Live a little, live a little.'
This heart says 'Live a little.'
Oh my companion, oh my partner,
Come closer. Live a little.
 

amazarashi - The Reason I Wanted To Die 僕が死のうと思ったのは

Versions: #2
The Reason I Wanted To Die
 
The reason I wanted to die, was that seagulls were squawking down by the wharf.
 
They floated off at the mercy of the waves.
 
Peck away at my past, too, before you fly off.
 
The reason I wanted to die, was that our apricot tree blossomed on my birthay.
 
When I dozed off in its dappled sunlight, I wondered if I could join all the dead bugs and return to dust.
 
Peppermint candy. The lamplight of a fishing harbour.
 
In front of a stove in a wooden station building, but there's nowhere my heart can embark.
 
Today was exactly the same as yesterday.
 
''If you want to change tomorrow you have to change today!''
 
I get that. I get it. But still...
 
The reason I wanted to die, was that my heart had become hollow.
 
The reason I cry about how unsatisfied I am, is surely because I'm wishing for fulfillment.
 
The reason I wanted to die, was that my shoelaces had come untied.
 
I was never really that good at re-tying them.
 
My relationships with others are same way, too.
 
The reason I wanted to die, was that a teenager was staring right at me.
 
And now I'm prostrated atop my bed, apologizing to my younger self.
 
The dim light of the computer. The ambient noise from the floors above.
 
A bird-caged boy, plugging his ears to block out the interphone chime.
 
I'm fighting with an enemy I can't even see, like I'm Don Quixote in this 10x10 bedroom.
 
And in the end, what I'm fighting for is a truly unseemly thing.
 
The reason I wanted to die, was that I was called a cold-hearted person.
 
The reason I cry that I long to be loved, is that can't unlearn the warmth of another person's touch.
 
The reason I wanted to die, was that you smile so beautifully.
 
The reason I can't stop thinking about death, must be that I take living too seriously.
 
The reason I wanted to die, was that I still hadn't met you yet!
 
If the world has people like you in it, then I like the world a little bit more.
 
If the world has people like you in it, then I have a little bit more hope for the world.
 

amazarashi - In the Darkness: To Leave and Never Return

Versions: #2
In the Darkness: To Leave and Never Return
 
Sucking on a piece of hard candy, in a school building the night before the war, jailed-up teenagers whistle the moonlit night.
 
And on the two-day-old newspaper that clings to the iron fences are the typical sensationalist headlines and smiles of a mother and father.
 
On the veranda of an apartment building, a pack of panty-raiding boys - steal the capitalism-glorifying lingerie.
 
In my case, I want to get in a little bit of trouble tonight, so I'm packing contraband CDs and a knife in my backpack.
 
Misery is continuing to act miserable, while being miserable all the while.
 
And my misery makes me boast about how miserable I am.
 
''If it's sunny out tomorrow, let's go play catch or something!'' - Catch this emotionally unstable curveball!
 
The days always pass us by, and they always leave us in the dust.
 
We missed the last train, and we're waiting for daybreak on the platform.
 
But we're such cowards, so we always cry as though we were the victims.
 
And we'll cry untill these excuse-like tears return to the sea.
 
It's like I'm driving a bomb-rigged truck down the rough roads of the Middle East with a speed far greater than merely hurrying toward death.
 
And though that's not really the reason, I'm going out on a journey.
 
There's exhaust gas in the headwinds, and I've got the Blue Hearts playing on cassette.
 
Tomorrow will take care of itself, just like it always does.
 
Our freedom always makes us run off at the mouth about how restrained we are.
 
If yesterday never comes back once it leaves, then on recycling day, it can take with it the thrown out heap of classified magazines.
 
The days always pass us by, and they always leave us in the dust.
 
We missed the last train, and we're waiting for daybreak on the platform.
 
But we're such cowards, so we always cry as though we were the victims.
 
And we'll cry untill these excuse-like tears return to the sea.
 
Until they return to the sea.
 
Until they return to the sea.
 
''Do we keep going? Do we turn back?'' We can't look back ever again!
 
''Do we keep going? Do we turn back?'' Once you stand still, it's over!
 
Like empty soda cans that didn't make it into the park trash bin - Look! Our unfulfilled dreams from way back when are littered on the ground.
 
The days always pass us by, and they always leave us in the dust.
 
We missed the last train, and we're waiting for daybreak on the platform.
 
But we're such cowards, so we always cry as though we were the victims.
 
And we'll cry untill these excuse-like tears return to the sea.
 
Until they return to the sea.
 
Until they return to the sea.
 

amazarashi - Living Dead (リビングデッド) Song 2018

Living dead
 
Take a closer look: they run rampant in an age where nobody can be innocent.
 
Even as they condemn one another, they just grow apathetic again.
 
The hole that opened up when love left us -there are no idols large enough to fill it here.
 
Or at the very least are none in my room.
 
They keep stuff like ''I want to keep living'' and ''I just want to die already''
 
Oh, living dead.
 
Oh, living dead.
 
They wander idly through life.
 
Some say, ''I can't take this anymore!'' as they jump from rooftops.
 
The rest have faces that say ''That's none of my business. If I can live without taking that responsibility, then I'll do just that.''
 
Even though there's no such thing as ''eternity'', we made up a world for it, and now we choke up with tears at impermanence.
 
When we scream our regrets, weaknesses, and tears loud enough, they become songs.
 
So to the people whose tears won't dry up: go on and sing!
 
Let's stop throwing stones at each other when we falter and fail.
 
After all, everyone makes mistakes sometimes.
 
In fact, we're already making one right now: Because we're linving in an age where it's no skin off your back if you don't love your neighbor, and understanding each other isn't such a simple thing to do.
 
''Which way was it? I don't care anymore. I'll just go where I want.''
 
Oh, living dead.
 
Oh, living dead.
 
They aren't hindered by the corpses they wear.
 
They don't back.
 
They can't turn back.
 
But even still, they can't choose a path.
 
Never looking back, always gazing up at tomorrow's sky.
 
Even though there's no such thing as ''correct'', we made up a word for it.
 
Tomorrow, yet again, we'll be clinging to our hatchets.
 
When we confess by ourselves our cowardice, crimes, and disgrace, they become songs.
 
So to the people who won't be forgiven: go on and sing!
 
If we're searching for righteousness, then at the very least won't find it here. We won't find it here.
 
A steam train could make a full journey, fuelled by all the mistaken emotions of dejected losers.
 
It's all horseshit.
 
We have no choice but to give up on honesty and integrity. We've dirtied our hands.
 
And if some haughty prick belittles that as worthless drivel, I'll kill them it their sleep.
 
Burn away your unfulfilled wishes.
 
Burn away your unrealized dreams.
 
Burn away your fruitless resentment.
 
Burn away the nights that never fully died.
 
Even though there's no such thing as ''absolute'', we made up a word for it.
 
Why are we always keeping an eye out for what our neighbors might do?
 
When we sink our inferioty complexes and self-loathing down to the bottom, they become songs.
 
So to the people who can't quite die: go on and sing!
 

Fertőzés

Még nappal is álmodom - őszintén
De sosem érzékelem
És görcsösen kell magad érezned,
Más fejében és dalaiban kell lenned
A zsaruk mindent elmondtak
Rólad és a kalandjaidról
Először másnak látszottál,
Kétségbeesettnek és igazinak
 
Rámnéznél és nem hinnéd el
Mennyire szerettelek
Ha valaha a TV-be kerülnénk
Elrontanánk a jó filmeket
Annyi minden van amit soha nem mondtam el neked
És mostmár nincs is értelme
Hagyd, hogy valahol letegyen a vonat
Csak ne az én megállómban
 
Refrén:
Anya, jól mondtad,
Ez nem szerelem volt, hanem fertőzés
Anya, értsd meg, hogy kikapcsolt az agyam
Mintha veled ez sosem történt volna meg
Anya, jól mondtad,
Ez nem szerelem volt, hanem fertőzés
Anya, értsd meg, hogy kikapcsolt az agyam
Mintha veled ez sosem történt volna meg
 
A pólód újján át adtad nekem a szíved úgy,
Hogy nem volt semmi amire visszaeshettem volna
Átkutatják a lakásunkat,
Ahol a kínzó üzeneteid állnak,
Amiket minden nap írtál,
Amelyek szétszakíthattak bennünket
Néha egyáltalán nem hallasz meg
Mintha te és én más dimenzóban élnénk
 
Még ha a tél ülne is az ablakom alatt
Nem érdekelne a hőmérséklet
Ruhában szaladnék ki kabát nélkül
Csak hogy megöleljelek a végén
Fülig szerelmes lettél,
És ez valószínűleg mindig így lesz
Emlékszel amikor először találkoztunk?
Az egy örökkévalósággal ez előtt volt
Ha akkor ezt tudtam volna, soha nem jelenek meg előtted
 
Refrén:
Anya, jól mondtad,
Ez nem szerelem volt, hanem fertőzés
Anya, értsd meg, hogy kikapcsolt az agyam
Mintha veled ez sosem történt volna meg
Anya, jól mondtad,
Ez nem szerelem volt, hanem fertőzés
Anya, értsd meg, hogy kikapcsolt az agyam
Mintha veled ez sosem történt volna meg
 

Kanha, Go To Sleep

Play my flute
Son of Nand, Krishna
(x3)
 
Don't tease me like this, beautiful
Listen, don't play tricks with me
I will complain to Yashoda (Krishna's mother)
 
Kanha, go to sleep (x2)
 
Don't look at me stealthily
 
Kanha, go to sleep (x2)
 
Don't touch me with your gaze
 
Kanha, go to sleep (x4)
 
[Chorus]
 
When I listened to your flute
I moved towards you
Oh my cruel beloved
Why do I sing only your tune
Behold, I belong to you now
I am intoxicated with your love
 
Krishna.....
What happened....
 
Why did I lose my mind like a cow
I shall leave you to a raging bull
It's all my fault!
 
Kanha, go to sleep (x3)
 
Madana Madhusudana Manohara Manmohana (x2) [All names of Krishna]
 
Play my flute
Son of Nand, Krishna
 
Ananda Aniruddha (x2) [Names of Krishna]
 
Play my flute
Son of Nand, Krishna
 
Radha's beautiful Krishna
 
Kanha, go to sleep!
 
This is the translator's own work and must be cited during reproduction.

amazarashi - ''14 Years Old'' 14歳

Versions: #2
14 Years Old
 
Songs of ash.
 
Powerlessness.
 
Grief and mourning.
 
The gloom of crows, sitting on the overhead wire of the North-bound Joban Line platform.
 
The gloom of the girl watching them, shouldering days that she can't laugh away.
 
''Every day, it's always the same, but I'm not a kid anymore. So I won't chase after the things that have left, and I won't look back on things past. I still feel like I'm making a mistake, but there's surely no getting around that.''
 
The long hair of a boy, who came to Tokyo with a dream sways in the gust from the city's high-rises. And she watches it.
 
She watches.
 
With the eves of a crow, she watches.
 
She watches.
 
Songs of ash.
 
Powerlessness.
 
Grief and mourning.
 
I have no idea where I am.
 
I can't put up with the lingering ridicule.
 
It's like white dwarf star down an alleyway, and I'd like to be incinerated in it.
 
In an instant, I'd be turned to dust, blow off into the wind, and disappear.
 
But I'm cooped up in a locked room, so I won't even burn out or anything.
 
A father and son were laughing out on the veranda of an orange apartment building.
 
Their voices were confident that good things would happen tomorrow.
 
But it was a little heartbreaking, just how confident those voices were.
 
Because with dark clouds in the distante, I'm sure there will be rain tomorrow.
 
It wasn't fun, but we tried to smile.
 
And yet, we're still empty inside.
 
Right now, I need to start doing something.
 
In that case, I'll sing songs.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
Songs of ash.
 
Powerlessness.
 
Grief and mourning.
 
In the attic of teenage self-consciousness, which wanted to fit in more than anything else, all the light is blocked out by posters that say things like, ''I didn't want people to dislike me''.
 
''What on earth can I even become?'' - in the end, I didn't really become anything.
 
Still today I live on, sipping an evening dew that resembles the embers of adolescence.
 
Unlike all the American movies, my happy ending never came.
 
In the end I'm still me, so in the end today is still today.
 
I thought we were supposed to have the power to change our futures.
 
A run-of-the-mill variety show playing on TV made me laugh a little.
 
It wasn't sad, but tears still fell.
 
That's because we're always empty inside.
 
Right now, I need to start doing something. In that case, I'll sing songs.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
She didn't want to live, but she still survived.
 
Because even today, she's still empty inside.
 
Right now, I need to convey something. In that case, I'll sing songs.
 
Though dreams don't really exist, I tried to sing.
 
Because in the end, everything is garbage.
 
Right now, I need to leave something behind. In that case, I'll sing songs.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
I'll sing the songs that I love.
 
Songs of ash.
 
Powerlessness.
 
Grief and mourning.
 

amazarashi - “Mayday, Mayday!” メーデーメーデー

Versions: #2
Men and women of all ages bleach their retinas, clouded by limitless pleasures.
 
They march mindlessly along to the tune of depravity.
 
Resistance is futile.
 
Tyranny of the majority.
 
No is not even an option.
 
That still, small voice in your head? Kill him.
 
Ignorance incarnate, incompetence, and trash are our moral compass now.
 
The opposers, who stay clear of the dazzling, popular world are cornered here, backed against the wall of modern rationalism.
 
We pray for the many victims on the other side of the TV, but click our tongues at the suicide victim who delayed today's train.
 
Our ill intentions are unconscious, like sighs, and they saturate Tokyo with a smell like fast-food oil.
 
A moment of silence.
 
“Keep it down, you're so noisy!”, my self-consciousness can't help but blurt out, “Stop ruining the silence!”.
 
Trampled asphalt, an anatomy purged of all life - if we should die equally in this land, the Sister!
 
Please show us mercy on us outlanders!
 
What is “immorality”? For it was good that begat evil.
 
We cling tight to it, immediately after it abuses us - “You whore!”
 
The age of mankind's rebellion is at last ushered is by the 21st century.
 
In order to redefine value, virtue, and beauty, we have a sword sharpened for insurrection, hymns of lamentation.
 
You haven't forgotten who you are, have you?
 
At a used bookstore, Heidegger comes at a dollar a pop.
 
High-rise buildings.
 
Anonymity.
 
Irony.
 
Materialism.
 
Coughed-up blood.
 
Sensitivity.
 
Destined to burn.
 
A shameless civilization.
 
And our only consolations are that we die after the final chorus and that nirvana comes eventually.
 
We weep at such a naturally evident condemnation, “Mayday! Mayday!” with a naive love that wails like a child.
 
After graduating college, he found a job at a small company.
 
He took that as the opportunity to settle down with the classmate he had been dating.
 
Sons and daughters, one by one.
 
Blessed by a family of four.
 
Work was hard, but the salary was better than average, so he was at ease for a while.
 
He sacrificed so many things.
 
he gritted his teeth through all the humiliation.
 
For his efforts, it seemed like he might be able to afford that brand new apartment downtown.
 
Light started to shine a bit.
 
He worked himself harder than ever before.
 
But that ended poorly.
 
Ambition and vanity kept him away from his friends.
 
Rumors spread about how loathsome he was.
 
He was insulted and scorned.
 
“Don't stand out”, he admonished himself Peer pressure.
 
Bottom of the hierarchy.
 
Housing costs.
 
Down payments.
 
Savings.
 
He realized he was no more than a chained- up dog.
 
He couldn't bear to let down his wife's smiling face.
 
──── That's all what I guess happened, to the guy who jumped in front the train today.
 
High-rise buildings.
 
Anonymity.
 
Irony.
 
Materialism.
 
Coughed-up blood.
 
Sensitivity.
 
Destined to burn.
 
A shameless civilization.
 
And our only consolations are that we die after the final chorus and that nirvana comes eventually.
 
We weep at such a naturally evident condemnation, “Mayday! Mayday!” with a naive love that wails like a child.
 
Should we lay them off?
 
Should we discriminate?
 
Should they be weeded out?
 
Truth is, that very sort of malice is ubiquitous.
 
These days, if you're able to have the confidence that you'll be alright, you're either stupidly powerful or just plain stupid.
 
If the only reason you vent your anger on others is that you want to flaunt your status, then you should keep that filthy, sewage drain of a mouth shut.
 
Is this a loveless era? I don't think so.
 
But I've seen love carelessly handled countless times.
 
I love people.
 
But more than that, I've hated people too.
 
There are bastards I want to kill, but I've also met people I want to protect.
 
The time to idly resent the world is over.
 
I plan to pay it back.
 
But if it gets to than point, I wonder if I'm going to have to fight.
 
Win or lose, top or bottom - it's not about that.
 
Not prizes or awards either: it's already a fight for survival.
 
Can you afford to be distracted?
 
Can you bear to stay silent?
 
Will you please just make it out of this alive?
 
High-rise buildings.
 
Anonymity.
 
Irony.
 
Materialism.
 
Coughed-up blood.
 
Sensitivity.
 
Destined to burn.
 
A shameless civilization.
 
And our only consolations are that we die after the final chorus and that nirvana comes eventually.
 
We weep at such a naturally evident condemnation, “Mayday! Mayday!” with a naive love that wails like a child.
 
“Mayday! Mayday!” with a naive love that wails like a child.
 
“Mayday! Mayday!” with a naive love that wails like a child.
 

amazarashi - Karappo no sora ni tsubusareru (空っぽの空に潰される)

Versions: #4
amazarashi - Crushed Beneath an Empty Sky
 
I collected too many letters that I had to get rid of my own belongings.
 
Just as I finally start to feel satisfied, the truth is it empty again.
 
''It's better to have more money'',
 
''It's better to have more friends'',
 
''It's better to have more peace of mind''
 
- what is ''happiness'' in the end?
 
We speel ''frantic'' as ''certain of death'',
 
we speel ''dazed'' as ''inside of a dream''.
 
And, right now, frantic and dazed, we're running through the seasons.
 
Our injuries wouldn't stop growing, but we had friends who could laugh and say, ''It hurts!''
 
But don't envy your past self- that person's only an imaginary rival.
 
If you're happy, you should laugh, right?
 
But in that time, what can I even do? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I'm crushed beneath this empty, empty, empty sky!
 
When you're sad, you should cry, right?
 
So what should I do when I feel so empty? Tell me! Tell me!
 
These curt seasons come one after another, saying goodbye without any reluctance.
 
And on top of that, what should I even look forward to? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I'm crushed beneath this empty, empty, empty sky.
 
In the end, ''human beings'' seem to have one or two things missing.
 
Do you think we're lacking something?
 
Do you think we're in need of something?
 
I only have as little baggage as I need, and for me that's more than enough.
 
So let's see if I can run again.
 
Let's see if I can run, frantic and dazed.
 
Today comes to an and, and another today comes around.
 
I can't go anywhere as they stream past, but when I said I hate the things I hate, I've finally washed ashore at this ''today''.
 
That's why today is an anniversary: the anniversary of when I finally took a stand.
 
But there's still just one problem: today feels completely empty.
 
If you're happy, you should laugh, right?
 
When you're sad, you should cry, right?
 
So what should I do when I feel so empty? Tell me! Tell me!
 
The people and things we loved abruptly disappear, saying goodbye without any reluctance.
 
And on top of that, what should I even look forward to? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I'm crushed beneath this empty, empty, empty sky.
 
Would things get easier if I complained? Would things get easier if I did nothing but cry?
 
Does it feel nice to say ''I want to die''?
 
Do I even want to take another step from here?
 
I left something behind somewhere, in a classroom or maybe back in the womb.
 
''Happiness'' must be learning to love your permanent flaws.
 
If you're happy, you should laugh, right?
 
When you're sad, you should cry, right?
 
So what should I do when I feel so empty? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I came all this way from a dark place, only to return back to another dark place.
 
But in that time, what can I even do? Tell me! Tell me!
 
I'm crushed beneath this empty, empty, empty sky!
 

amazarashi『ポルノ映画の看板の下で』|| Poruno eiga no kanban no shitade

Versions: #2
''Underneath the billboard of a pornographic movie''
 
The shadow of an old apartment complex stretches out, and it engulfs an abandoned bed of flowers,
 
full of grave markers written in pen by children.
 
The flowers, in their windswept uncertainty, refuse to bloom.
 
Vagrant crows splash around in the water - in the parking lot of a taxi company.
 
A rusted fence decays along the roadside, almost like this city's laceration scars.
 
Almost like this city's laceration scars.
 
I often say, ''It's too painful, it's too painful'', but there's no time I've ever died from the anguish.
 
This feeling of loneliness is just the perfect amount Almost every day it's just the perfect amount.
 
That's why I dress myself in it, like the jester of a play set in the night sky.
 
Is what's falling stardust, or is it trash?
 
Either way, it's nothing more than rubbish.
 
If going on living is such a bother, then dying once and for all is also a bother.
 
And making these songs is also a bother.
 
All around the world, everything is just a bother.
 
Underneath the billboard of a pornographic movie, a young woman is always waiting for someone.
 
And if she wears her careless ''everyday'' in place of a scarf, her frozen, numb future still won't warm up, and whatever she calls ''dreams'' are just vain idols.
 
But those are the kinds of idols I worship, like an angel fallen from grace. (basically, a person without virtue)
 
''If you wish for something, it will come true! It will come true! It will come true!'' -
 
That's what my guardian angel keeps nagging, but it doesn't do me any good.
 
''The cherry blossoms scatter away, and that's what makes them beautiful''- almost as if they're trying to liken it to human life.
 
If that's just run-of-the-mill romanticism - then it's something I used to hold on to, too.
 
When the flowers scatter away, it brings me to tears.
 
When the flowers bloom, it brings me to tears.
 
Even the end of a long day brings me to tears.
 
And it doesn't make a difference when I point out how depressing that is.
 
If thinking optimistically is such a bother, then thinking pessimistically is a bother too.
 
And falling asleep is a bother too.
 
Each and every little thing is just a bother.
 
Underneath the billboard of a pornographic movie, a young woman is always waiting for someone.
 
Even if she wears these carefree memories as earings, those expressionless days will do nothing but abandon her.
 
If dreams themselves are our last salvation, then I'll go around preaching that like a megalomaniac.
 
''If you wish for something, it will come true! It will come true! It will come true!'' -
 
That's what my guardian angel keeps nagging, me, but it doesn't do me any good.
 
Derisions, like insects, swarm around a town lamp-post, its light of hope flickers on and disappears, and each and every face tries to float up into the light.
 
Even if light were like an unwavering lantern, you can't trust your own speculations - that is to say your resignation.
 
The red color of blood that spills at the brink of surrender - is the red of the evening sky back home, the red certain death in the face of flames.
 
It all flows with so much anguish.
 
And mere time slips away.
 
Is there a sort of empty despair in that?
 
Is there any place to start anew in that?
 
Urderneath the billboard of pornographic movie, a young woman is always waiting for someone.
 
Even if she decorates her flowerpots with her carefree hopes, these dreary days will remain bland and dull, and if dreams themselves are struggle of humankind, then all of our sympathizers will go around preaching that.
 
''If you wish something, it will come true! It will come true! It will come true!'' -
 
That's what my guardian angel keeps nagging me, but it doesn't do me any good.
 
(but it doesn't do me any good...)
 
(but it doesn't do me any good...)
 

amazarashi - Getsuyoubi ''Monday'' (月曜日)

Versions: #2
Monday
 
The smell of moldy urethane in the P.E. storehouse, the court lines separate us clearly.
 
A pigeon is lying dead in the walkway, next to a tidier than usual stream of discarded textbooks.
 
Road side trees bound to supporting stakes, almost like crucifixions made to set an example.
 
Even though they way want to stretch out their branches freely, they seem like they're bound by their identical uniforms.
 
They turn to the right, then look to the left, then they face the other way, like a grammer school line-up.
 
Our immaturity was clearly mean to relieve us, so can you please be theonly one to not grow up?
 
If we were to say no to Mondays, we'd despised and left in the dump, tumbling around and rusting from the tidal breeze.
 
The reason it's so hard for us to breath, is because this isn't a place for us to live.
 
Maybe we're extra-terrestrial life?
 
Saying that you like things that you like, was it always this hard of a thing to do?
 
If that's so, I'll hold my breath and dive in.
 
Even though compared to the depth within your chest, it doesn't even come close at all.
 
Waiting idly at the train station building's concourse, our soft-serve ice cream melted, and every time the drawn-out car horns got closer, I learned more and more that there are so many things that I didn't learn in that off-district school overlooking the river.
 
I hate talking about tomorrow to begin-with, and I hate talking about the future even more.
 
People say they're beautiful because they're fleeting, but I think it would be better if fireworks lasted forever.
 
I pretend that I can't see the things I can see, and I pretend I don't know the things I know.
 
When I think of how much I've grown up without realizing, it's gotten to a point that I can't help but to laugh.
 
If we were to say no to Mondays, and skipped stones on the surface of the river, we could split the full moon's reflection in half.
 
The reason that my chest hurts so much, is that we're sharing the things we think and feel with and feel with each other.
 
Or maybe I'm telepathic?
 
Saying that you dislike the things you don't like, I wonder if that's really such a selfish thing to do?
 
If that's so, I'll hold my breath and dive in.
 
Even though compared to the depth within your chest, it doesn't even come close at all.
 
Since we could neither become normal or ordinary, we at least wanted to become special individuals, but since we couldn't be special individuals either, we at least needed people to accept us.
 
Well that's the case for you, and maybe it's the case for me, and even if we were left behind in trash cans, from my perspective, for a long time already, you've already become special, you know?
 
Well if we were to say no to Mondays,we would just burn up in the atmosphere, and a crater would open up in my chest.
 
We were definitely very similar to each other, but we're just not meant to be identical people.
 
The most terrifying thing to do is say goodbye, so because of that, let's make promise that until the end of time, we'll never leave each other.
 
Even though I know it won't really be the end of time, and the thing I swore, doesn't even come close to how long love and friendship last.
 

amazarashi - Natsu wo matte imashita (夏を待っていました)

Versions: #3
amazarashi - We Were Waiting for Summer
 
Hey, do you still remember that hot June back when we were young?
 
We walked along those abandoned rail tracks as far they would take us.
 
With Masatoshi, excitedly, wearing something like a canteen, bragging about the mountain bike his dad bought him.
 
“But hey, you know, I hate my old man, cause all he ever does is make mom cry.”
 
I was a little embarrassed, and I turned my eyes away, because there was a big bruise on Masatoshi's face.
 
Running through a sudden evening rain, taking shelter in a run-down train station, “What do you want to do tomorrow?” “And the next day?”
 
We rolled around laughing at pointless stories - my chest throbs as I feel a storm coming.
 
Back then, we were all, whithout a doubt, waiting for summer.
 
“I don't want to be here” and “I want to go somewhere”, they both have the same meahing, right? At any hate, let's get going.
 
Yasuhito was terrible at P.E. and sports more than anything else, and at the end of the day, clutching his knee, whispered, “I'm always holding everyone else back... I'm really sorry for being such a worthless friend”
 
For some reason, we all broke out laughing.
 
By the end, even Yasuhito laughed with teary eyes.
 
Playing hide-and-seek in the tall summer grass, waiting for “it” to finish counting, “Are you all ready?”, “No, not yet!” we'd shout.
 
Even now, nobody found found me yet, so I clutched my knees just like I did that day, I looked up at the blue sky from my bedroom, and I waited for summer.
 
Tall in stature and tough in a fight, Taihei was always coming up with ridiculous games: “Whoever can hang from that bridge railing the longest, no matter what they tell us to do, we have do to it!”
 
We were all too scared, and couldn't do it at all, but Taihei hung there with a without breaking a sweat.
 
Seven years later, Taihei jumped off a building.
 
If that's courage, it would have been better if he didn't have it.
 
Now we're playing hide-and-seek in the shadow of high-rise buildings, and I wonder, how long has is been since those days?
 
“Are you all ready?” “No, not yet!” There's no voice calling that out anymore.
 
If today is just a continuation of those days, then I had no choice but to continue my adventure, so I looked up at that June sky, and I waited for summer.
 

amazarashi - hakisou da ''Nauseated'' (吐きそうだ)

Versions: #2
amazarashi - Nauseated
 
What is ''a reason to live''? Is it something as small as a morning cup of coffee? Or like countless nights of drinking? Cause I might just vomit from the first hangover.
 
Though I've moved into a new house, I'm still close friends with the western sun.
 
Peace of mind comes once you've settled into a new life, and I'm an uncommitted daydreamer.
 
I remember the landscapes hazily, those old days are like black-and-white photos.
 
I've killed ''me'' so many times, but that bloodstained ''me'' still dwells in my mind.
 
Momentarily reflected in the window at night, his eyes are ghostly and reproachful.
 
''Come back here whenever you'd like''
 
Whenever he says that, it takes so much effort to stay put: talking myself out of my own values, playing with words just to prove him wrong.
 
If you strip off my façade layer by layer, inside my head is an absolutely, loathsome person.
 
That's no surprise.
 
A fully exposed person isn't much different from an animal in the first place.
 
So basically, I'm the only one at fault. How many times has that been the punchline?
 
What is ''a reason to live''? Is it something as small as a morning cup of coffee? Or like countless nights of drinking? Cause I might just vomit from the first hangover.
 
What is ''a reason to live''? Is it something as small as a morning cup of coffee? Or like countless nights of drinking? Cause I might just vomit from the first hangover.
 
In an instant, an infinitesimal flash changes our lives.
 
But I think it's wrong to worship that flash like a god.
 
That naive sense of self-worth has bent the knee to reality.
 
And the tune of resentment on our lips has really cut deep.
 
I'm still grateful for that flash, but it's just become an excuse for laziness.
 
By only wanting to lord over those who've treated me like a fool, I've become a show-off, like some kind of vain exhibitionist.
 
At the end of the rat race, we're ashamed of the meaninglessness of such an existence.
 
But in the end, we've all contributed to the intention of the masses.
 
So given that, just get back to claiming to be the cutest, you pack of animals!
 
What is ''a reason to live''? Is it something as small as a morning cup of coffee? Or like countless nights of drinking? Cause I might just vomit from the first hangover.
 
What is ''a reason to live''? Is it something as small as a morning cup of coffee? Or like countless nights of drinking? Cause I might just vomit from the first hangover.
 
Life is a desolate breakwater overlooking the shores, rusting in the ocean spray.
 
But calling it so is an aimless way to live, so I'll tack on a half-hearted ''even still''.
 
Nowhere to belong, nowhere to go.
 
Even my soot-stained spirit is beyond my control.
 
I push my heavy legs forward, dragging along the regret of pretending not to have regrets.
 
Stop complaing. Stop whining.
 
Stop dreaming of becoming someone spectacular.
 
Just put up with it. Even if you give it your all and lose your way, don't turn back.
 
Live kindly, with a strong sense of duty.
 
Pay back favours.
 
Don't rack up debt.
 
That's loving selflessly. Is that loving selflessly?
 
Or is that just egotism? God, I hate this!
 
What is ''a reason to live''? Is it something as small as a morning cup of coffee? Or like countless nights of drinking? Cause I might just vomit from the first hangover.
 
What is ''a reason to live''? Is it something as small as a morning cup of coffee? Or like countless nights of drinking? Cause I might just vomit from the first hangover.
 

amazarashi - Taxi Driver

Versions: #2
Shopping malls, outlets, the melancholy of suburbia, family outings, suffocating crowds, portraits of saints on sweaty T-shirts, gloomy young men buying car-towing rope, planning to hang themselves from the rafters of their houses.
 
What we call suburbs are just cities that can't make up their minds, still hanging out with friends back home, occasionally having a drink, boasting about happiness while felling asphyxiated, the blue, blue sky is so blue that it's practically black.
 
Taxi driver, lament the state of the world with me.
 
Put on a hit song for those whose lives are clouded with their sighs.
 
We'll race down Route 4 with our drunken ramblings, it doesn't matter if it's politically incorrect, just talk to me.
 
An absurd blackness is stuck in the black of my throat, I feel like I'm about to spit out the things I don't want to spit out.
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
There was a pregnant woman standing tiredly in front of the priority seating, I was furious, but in the end I couldn't say anything.
 
Salarymen were sending out perverse imagens on the screens of their smartphones - all the unpleasantess of the world was consolidated in that train car.
 
A terrorist attack in a far off country and a crime statement - all the things I heard on the taxi radio this morning.
 
From the cab window, the high-rise buildings of Roppongi are so hideous, materialism is all over the place, it's the cornerstone of Tokyo.
 
Taxi driver, can you open up the trunk for me?
 
We have way too much luggage, we can barely walk.
 
The scenery of the city rushing by is far too gaudy, it makes our own happiness seem withered by comparison.
 
I spend all my time and effort fort a single drop of satisfaction, so, let me leave the ''getting home'' part to someone else.
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
Conflict in the news, jpegs of dead bodys circulating the web, people can become all but demons when they can ignore others' suffering.
 
There are peole who alienate others in the name of tolerance, there are those who ignore conflict in the name of non-violence.
 
To become a bad person, you first have to be a good one, just like how can't run away from home without living there first.
 
Mr. Driver, you've got the best mind of anyone I've met, since you're running with a philosophy built from life experience.
 
Taxi driver, can you roll down the window for me?
 
Get rid of this stale air, and let in the summer breeze.
 
My short and long-term future both have a fairly bad outlook, but there's no way that I can surrender my life to insecurity.
 
When the hell do you think we'll get out of this long tunnel?
 
It doesn't matter, just go ahead and take me as far as you can.
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 

Infection

I dream during the day too, honest
But, boy, I never see you when I do
And you must feel cramped
Being in someone else's head and verses
The feds told me everything
About you and your adventures
You seemed different at first
Desperate, genuine
You would look at me and not believe
That you were so beloved
If we ever get on TV
We'll ruin the good movies
There's so much I never told you
And there's no point anymore
Let the trains take you anywhere
Just not to my stop
 
Mom, you did say right away
That this wasn't love, it was an infection
Mom, understand that my mind shut off
As if this hasn't ever happened to you
Mom, you did say right away
That this wasn't love, it was an infection
Mom, understand that my mind shut off
As if this hasn't ever happened to you
 
Boy, with nothing to fall back on, you gave me
Your heart on your sleeve
The [capital] city mayor is tearing the apartment buildings
Where each day about a thousand
Of your obsessive messages
Would make us implode
Sometimes, you wouldn't hear me at all
As if you and I were in different dimensions
Even if winter lay outside my window
I wouldn't care about the temperature
I'd run out in a dress without coat
Just to hug you in the end
You fell madly in love, head over heels
And it'll probably always be that way
Do you remember when we first met?
That was forever ago
If I could, I would never have shown up back then
 
Mom, you did say right away
That this wasn't love, it was an infection
Mom, understand that my mind shut off
As if this hasn't ever happened to you
Mom, you did say right away
That this wasn't love, it was an infection
Mom, understand that my mind shut off
As if this hasn't ever happened to you
 

Fill with Love

Fill with Love,
Fill with Love,
Fill with Love
With Love - Everything Around.
And go to Life,
And go to Life,
And lead eternal circle round.
 
Shine with Light,
Shine with Light,
Shine with Light,
As I Do.
Give free rein to your feelings,
Give free rein to your feelings,
And in the morning Earth will give its smile to You
 
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The Rose of Nowgrod

One there lived in Nowgrod
the most beautiful child in the world
then war came to Nowgrod
her beloved went off to the fields (of war)
 
She gave him a rose
A rose as red as blood
come back soon to Nowgrod
and stay forever good for me
 
Spring came to Nowgrod
The roses bloomed red
But aut there, far from Nowgrod
There was still war and death
 
Years passed over the land
and her heart was so heavy
She waited in Nowgrod
But he never returned.
 

Hourglass

I'm sitting alone in my room
And I'm thinking of the painful past.
Out on the street, sunlight is slowly coming down
And in the hourglass the sand is rattling.
 
I want to stop the hourglass
I want to forget my memories,
But the hourglass just rattles and rattles,
So, my dear, I keep suffering.
 
I do not know if you still believe it,
That my aching heart is forever yours.
In my dreams I see you
In my two arms I enclose you,
I do not know if you still believe it!
 
But if once, my darling, I cannot stand it anymore
This sore aching remembrance,
I will leave, I will continue ahead,
Because my poor heart is lonely.
 
I will take your memories with you,
So that I don’t watch the slow-rattling sand.
In the end, my darling, I always wished you,
Elsewise to be very happy!
 

Your first kiss

Yeah the first kiss from you
and you took my heart away
Yeah the first kiss from you
and you took my mind
Yeah the first kiss from you
you took dreams away
Yeah the first kiss from you
and you're going to be mine
 
What a love , what a love
I felt the first love
 
Yeah the first kiss from you
and you took my heart away
Yeah the first kiss from you
and you took my mind
Yeah the first kiss from you
you took dreams away
Yeah the first kiss from you
and you're going to be mine
 
Yeah in your first glance
I was dizzy
Yeah the first hug fro you
I'm losing myself without being my fault
Yeah I whisper and tell you
the first I love you
Yeah let's be together
don't leave me or I'll be crying
 
What a love , what a love
I felt the first love
 
Yeah the first kiss from you
and you took my heart away
Yeah the first kiss from you
and you took my mind
Yeah the first kiss from you
you took dreams away
Yeah the first kiss from you
and you're going to be mine
 
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Poppy

There's a swan in a toad
in a beetle that flies to me
I can see you
tall and fearless
 
There's a dancer
who dances in the bottom of a bottomless pit
I can see you,
move your hands
to the present
 
Every morning they talk to me about you
every lake of absence that my eye detects
 
This january sky
brought a cloud shaped poppy
I'll push it
very slowly
 
Days make their way
Hours make their way and all remains here
like waiting to be
water of a thirst,
hand of a walk
 
Every morning they talk to me about you
every lake of absence that my eye detects
And all that fauna that goes knows me
every lake of absence that my eye detects
 
I won't forget you
I won't forget you
I won't forget you
No, oh
 

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Szeretnék

Nem tudtam, hogy ennyire akarhatlak
Amíg nem láttalak valakivel, aki nem én vagyok
Rávettél, hogy olyan játékot játsszak, ami nem fair
De te eléred, igen, te eléred
 
Nem tehetek róla, ilyen az emberi természet, az emberi természet
Ki mondja meg, mi volt megírva
Miért nem viselkedhetünk rosszul, viselkedhetünk rosszul
Amikor az olyan természetesen jön
 
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
 
(A szexi tested alá), oh
A szexi tested alá, oh
A szexi tested alá
 
Mit tennél, így, ahogy tartod (így)
Engem stírölsz, hogy lásd, kapható vagyok-e
Te és én, fiú, ma este megdolgozunk érte, hogy távozzunk, távozzunk
Igen, velem távozol, velem távozol
 
Nem tehetek róla, ilyen az emberi természet, az emberi természet
Ki mondja meg, mi volt megírva
Miért nem viselkedhetünk rosszul, viselkedhetünk rosszul
Amikor az olyan természetesen jön
 
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
 
(A szexi tested alá), na na na na na na
A szexi tested alá
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
 
Gyere, vigyél le most, na na na na na na
Folytasd, és juss oda, na na na na na na
Gyere, vigyél le most, na na na na na na
Folytasd, és juss oda, na na na na na na
 
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
 
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
Szeretnélek megismerni, baby
Szeretnék a szexi tested alá kerülni
 
Gyere, vigyél le most, na na na na na na
Folytasd, és juss oda, na na na na na na
Gyere, vigyél le most, na na na na na na
Folytasd, és juss oda, na na na na na na
 
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Temetés

[Verse 1]
Kifakultunk, elhalványodunk
Az utóbbi időben már nem lélegzünk
Neked és nekem már nincs holnap
Utálom, utálom ezt
Nem hiszem el, hogy kimondom
Felhívtam az összes haveromat és elmondtam, hogy meghaltunk
 
[Pre-Chorus]
A szerelmünk, a szerelmünk, a szerelmünk
Most már eltűnt
A szerelmünk, a szerelmünk, a szerelmünk
Elvitt mindent, amink volt
A szerelmünk, a szerelmünk, a szerelmünk
Igazi volt, éreztem
De már nem jön vissza
Nem, már nem jön vissza
 
[Chorus]
Kívánom, hogy meglegyen mindened, amit valaha akartál
Ez olyan keserédes, olyan, mintha elsüllyednék
Elégetem az összes levelet, minden titkom
A dolgok, amiket csak te tudnál
Hat láb mélyre temetem a szívem, tartok magunknak egy temetést
Kívánom, hogy meglegyen mindened, amit valaha akartál
 
[Verse 2]
Kifakultunk, elhalványodtál
Az egyetlen dolog, aminek értelme van
Bármi, amitől elmúlik a fájdalom
Bonyolult, de akartam, hogy sikerüljön
Imádkoztam, vártam a változást
 
[Pre-Chorus]
A szerelmünk, a szerelmünk, a szerelmünk
Most már eltűnt
A szerelmünk, a szerelmünk, a szerelmünk
Elvitt mindent, amink volt
A szerelmünk, a szerelmünk, a szerelmünk
Igazi volt, éreztem
De már nem jön vissza
Nem, már nem jön vissza
 
[Chorus]
Kívánom, hogy meglegyen mindened, amit valaha akartál
Ez olyan keserédes, olyan, mintha elsüllyednék
Elégetem az összes levelet, minden titkom
A dolgok, amiket csak te tudnál
Hat láb mélyre temetem a szívem, tartok magunknak egy temetést
Kívánom, hogy meglegyen mindened, amit valaha akartál
 
[Bridge]
Elégetem az összes levelet, minden titkom
A dolgok, amiket csak te tudnál
Hat láb mélyre temetem a szívem, tartok magunknak egy temetést
Elégetem az összes levelet, minden titkom
A dolgok, amiket csak te tudnál
Hat láb mélyre temetem a szívem, tartok magunknak egy temetést
 
[Chorus]
Kívánom, hogy meglegyen mindened, amit valaha akartál
Ez olyan keserédes, olyan, mintha elsüllyednék
Elégetem az összes levelet, minden titkom
A dolgok, amiket csak te tudnál
Hat láb mélyre temetem a szívem, tartok magunknak egy temetést
Kívánom, hogy meglegyen mindened, amit valaha akartál
 
[Outro]
Mondj, mondj
Mondj végső búcsút
Mondj, mondj
Mondj végső búcsút
 
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In Your Arms!

Love...
You're the light that lights my path
The world that with you i wanted to picture
 
And now that i hold you into my arms
No one can separate us !!
 
Love..
The truth let me tell it to you ...
Without you nothing works and all is worthless
I don't want you to go from beside me
I don't want to again weep !!
 
Your glance stir me up and makes me dreaming
Seeing me in your bed again and again
You're the one that's giving me happiness
You're the one that gives worth to my life!
 
Love
By your side till the final of my days
For you i'd be capable of going wild without limits
Run away with you and give you the love that
shone out from my soul! (X2)
 

I'm Flying

Verse 1:
Rain falls on my eyelids
Washing away all traces of exhaustion, exhaustion.
Hands went down every time,
When you kept on talking about faithfulness , about faithfulness.
 
But my soul understanded everything,
all lessons were taken.
I tore the days of the calendar from the wall.
We are already no longer us.
 
Chorus:
I'm flying, like I can, having opened my wings.
I'm a new me, but I'm no longer yours.
I'm flying, like I want to, you won't stop me.
There's no smoke without fire. Goodbye, bye!
 
Verse 2:
Everything happens day after day.
The past burns with fire from memory, from memory.
The light in the eyes are my true path.
My wings again open up.
To fly, to love, and to live with my heart.
 
We went through every test,
In order to understand who you are and who am I.
My willpower became stronger.
Finally, now I'm my own self.
 
Chorus:
I'm flying, like I can, having opened my wings.
I'm a new me, but I'm no longer yours.
I'm flying, like I want to, you won't stop me.
There's no smoke without fire. Goodbye, bye!
 
I'm flying, like I can, having opened my wings.
I'm a new me, but I'm no longer yours.
I'm flying, like I want to, you won't stop me.
There's no smoke without fire. Goodbye, bye!
 
I'm flying, like I can, having opened my wings.
I'm a new me, but I'm no longer yours.
I'm flying, like I want to, you won't stop me.
There's no smoke without fire. Goodbye, bye!
 

Us Against This Life

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Fireworks in the parking lot of a shopping mall, young parents bringing all their kids along,
The lights from the Walmart and baseball field,
Look like meteorites from another world.
 
A paycheck earned hungover and sick.
A city that to butterflies is allergic.
At a bypass my coworker met their end.
That makes one every year for the past ten.
 
It’s over once you wonder about what all of this means.
Or so we like to claim as we crush ants beneath our feet.
Philosophy is to us like the poem you see in a bar while in the bathroom and sitting on the seat.
And only when you’re already drop-dead drunk do you nod your head up and down in empty agreement.
Covered in sweat and lotto tickets the next day, it’s not long before you're all dry.
 
Through the trees sunlight shining, by a switchyard near the station, on you as you’re working
On the world that one day you’ll find yourself changing.
 
There was a time when it was only you and me.
We called it the world and it was brimming with peace. Our bodies connected.
In the end I would care for the sick and weak,
As the sunset lit the clouds in the country.
The ribbon on my blazer and the lovely ending scene,
On my shirt is a fresh oil stain to clean.
I load my illusions into the back of my truck.
 
In every time, it’s us against this life.
 
It feels like I might have left something behind when I left.
But I no longer have a clue what it might be.
I suppose it’s possible that I might have been the one left behind.
Always rushing around like I’m on some mission.
I just remembered my girl who rushed off was called Time.
And I can’t see her anymore. I can’t even remember the smile she wore.
 
Pain has come and gone, like a scab during a sunset, but the scars still throb.
The sound of the alarm clock from me was robbed.
 
Once there was a wasteland stretching forever before my eyes.
To my fallen friends whether you stay or should you go, courage is required for both.
I would never leave any of you all alone by the road.
Delicate and in a hole, we finally take to arms and mutiny.
From the jaws of defeat we snatch victory, our first instance of glory.
But what will our final destination be?
 
In every time, it’s us against this life.
 
I truly believed that this world would change.
I truly believed that I myself could change.
But all everything does is just separate.
If these feelings of mine don’t change, there's no room for doubt in my vocal range.
Betrayed, lead astray, and accusations you’ve no reason to say.
Flattery and reasons lame,
Words with no ink to their name.
 
A humble cafe and well-packed train,
Compliments that fall flat on their face. Accepting the blame, plus abuse and shame.
Companions who always say what they mean. Friends who were there through fire and flame.
Funny stories that honestly weren’t that funny all the same.
Music made, all your children safe, authority obtained.
Decisions shake, this past and present place and the future at stake.
 
A moment’s rest on the weekend.
Through the park blows a tepid wind, clasped together hands.
The amount of time that’s passed, and all of the warmth that it sent.
The world that I saved that day can stay evermore,
Now that I have destroyed the world that was here before.
Even with this agony, we continue to live so eagerly.
 
In every time, it’s us against this life.
 

زندگی با شکوه

من جوری زندگی میکنم انگار آخرین روزمه
روزامو طوری زندگی میکنم انگار گذشته ای نبوده
کل شب رو انجام میدم ، کل تابستون رو
جوری که میخوام انجام میدم
 
آره من از صمیم قلب میرقصم تا طلوع خورشید
اما من کارم تموم نمیشه وقتی خورشید در میاد
کل شب انجامش میدم ، تمام تابستون
نمیخوام مثل بقیه بگذرونمش
 
این یه رابطه بود
ولی من به اندازه کافی نتونستم بدست بیارمش
این یه مستی بود
ولی من ازش دست کشیدم
 
این به رابطه بود
حالا ممکنه رفته باشم و زیادی گفته باشم
ولی اون همه چیز بود
پس من ازش دست کشیدم
 
من جوری زندگی میکنم انگار آخرین روزمه
روزامو طوری زندگی میکنم انگار گذشته ای نبوده
کل شب رو انجام میدم ، کل تابستون رو
جوری که میخوام انجام میدم
 
آره من از صمیم قلب میرقصم تا طلوع خورشید
اما من کارم تموم نمیشه وقتی خورشید در میاد
کل شب انجامش میدم ، تمام تابستون
نمیخوام مثل بقیه بگذرونمش
 
این یه رابطه بود
من مدام میگفتم در دسترس میمونم
 
اما اون چیز به سوی انفجار رفت
پس من بیخیالش شدم
 
حقه و چاخانی نیست
من فقط بدون دستبندهایشان بهترم
 
اره خورشید روی ما نخواهد اومد
 
پایین رفتیم ، بالا رفتیم
هنوز آبها دارن روی خشکی میدوند
میخوان به مسیر برگردن
من هرگز ( هیچوقت ) نگران نمیشم
 
پایین رفتیم ، بالا رفتیم
چیزی که الان اهمیت داره
برگشتن به حال و هوامونه
 
من جوری زندگی میکنم انگار آخرین روزمه
روزامو طوری زندگی میکنم انگار گذشته ای نبوده
کل شب رو انجام میدم ، کل تابستون رو
جوری که میخوام انجام میدم
 
آره من از صمیم قلب میرقصم تا طلوع خورشید
اما من کارم تموم نمیشه وقتی خورشید در میاد
کل شب انجامش میدم ، تمام تابستون
نمیخوام مثل بقیه بگذرونمش
 
حالا من یه رابطه جدید پیدا کردم
زندگی با شکوه منو به مستی میگیره
یه شانس ( فرصت )دیگه برای شرمنده شدنم (شرمنده کردنم) داره
دفعه دوم خیلی دیره
 
حالا من یه رابطه جدید پیدا کردم
زندگی با شکوه منو به مستی میگیره
یه شانس ( فرصت )دیگه برای شرمنده شدنم (شرمنده کردنم) داره
دفعه دوم خیلی دیره
 
من جوری زندگی میکنم انگار آخرین روزمه
روزامو طوری زندگی میکنم انگار گذشته ای نبوده
کل شب رو انجام میدم ، کل تابستون رو
جوری که میخوام انجام میدم
 
آره من از صمیم قلب میرقصم تا طلوع خورشید
اما من کارم تموم نمیشه وقتی خورشید در میاد
کل شب انجامش میدم ، تمام تابستون
نمیخوام مثل بقیه بگذرونمش
 
حالا من یه رابطه جدید پیدا کردم
زندگی با شکوه منو به مستی میگیره
یه شانس ( فرصت )دیگه برای شرمنده شدنم (شرمنده کردنم) داره
دفعه دوم خیلی دیره
 
حالا من یه رابطه جدید پیدا کردم
زندگی با شکوه منو به مستی میگیره
یه شانس ( فرصت )دیگه برای شرمنده شدنم (شرمنده کردنم) داره
دفعه دوم خیلی دیره
 

The Nighthawk Star

I kill so many beetles and insects every night.
And now I’m to be killed by the hawk.
So this is what it feels like. I can’t stand this.
I’ll stop eating insects, and starve to death.
No, the hawk will kill me before that happens.
No, before that happens I’ll fly far, far away.
 

Sírokat ásni

Csak egy lyukat ások. Hol indult rossz irányba az életünk?
Csak egy lyukat ások. Úgy vágom az ásót a földbe mint egy megszállott.
A szél át süvít az erdőn. Olyan mintha madár vagy valami sírna a közelben.
Éjfél után jár már és én felnézek a sápadt teliholdra.
 
Csak egy lyukat ások. Ez a szerencsétlen roncs csak feladta a végén.
Csak egy lyukat ások. Ez egy lyuk azoknak akiket kidobtak megrohadni.
Ha mindened feladod, a megbánástól akkor sem szabadulsz.
Az egyetlen medál ami még mindig a melleden virít is csak a balszerencsédé.
 
A sötétségben amitől a földre rogyok
gyermekkorom árnyai vibrálnak.
Apám mondta mindig,
'A mennyek kapuja még a rosszaknak is nyitva áll.'
 
Ezek szerint isten gonosz. Még a legbutább gyerek is tudja, hogy ez így van.
Sikíthatsz, sírhatsz, imádkozhatsz ahogy csak akarsz.
Igazolja a világ amibe születtél.
Talán igaz, az embernek fel kellene adnia amint esélye van rá.
Én már feladtam. Én már azután feladtam, hogy a világra jöttem.
 
Csak egy lyukat ások. Egyet az embernek aki valaha a barátom volt.
Csak egy lyukat ások. Egyet a barátomnak aki már nem mozog.
A lámpás fényében az árnyékom egy szörnyeteg alakját ölti.
Csak egy újabb nap mint bármely ezen a nyomorult úton.
 
Egy lyukat ások. Egy fegyverrel a hátam mögött.
Csak egy lyukat ások. Lyukat ások magamnak.
Milyen szánalmas élet volt ez, nevetséges.
Annyira idegesít, miért pont én? Egy erőnél ami olyan erős, hogy úgy tűnik,
ezt az életet darabokra tépi,
Én egy lyukat ások. Egy lyukat ások.
Egy lyukat ások. Egy lyukat ások.
 
Rossz ember vagyok mindenképp, ez kölyök korom óta eldőlt.
Még ha sírsz, kiabálsz vagy imádkozol, nem választhatod meg hova szüless.
Talán ilyen az élet, minél hamarabb feladod annál jobb,
Vagy csak egy bolond leszel.
 
Egy makacs ember leszel.
 

Leningrad

It's already evening on the Seven Hills, and my hands got cold.
What else won't encounter, who else won't wait?
The numbers in black on the ticket and the sound of the train station.
These images I will keep in my mind, taking one step forward.
 
Night.
My voice is flowing through the wires,
Dividing the path in two, and I go after it
A little slower by 'Red Arrow' 1
 
Mother, I'm coming back home!
Mother, you were right.
This city is foreign to me.
Mother, I'm coming back to Leningrad.
 
The coldness is almost unbearable, the time is frozen.
I run away from the Seven Hills, to save myself.
Dividing into 'Before' and 'After', I will believe again.
I'm risking, I start everything again, looking for love.
 
Night.
My voice is flowing through the wires,
Dividing the path in two, and I go after it
A little slower by 'Red Arrow' 1
 
Mother, I'm coming back home!
Mother, you were right.
This city is foreign to me.
Mother, I'm coming back to Leningrad.
 
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to ...
 

• Кра́сная стрела́ - a train connection Moscow and Saint Petersburg

Nighthawk's Star

Beetles and many other insects
They kill me every night
And that unique-only-one me
This time kills the Hawk
Such a painful act
I've already stopped eating insects
I starved until I died
No, before that
The Hawk has to kill me
No, even before
I have to face the faraway sky
And go to its boundaries