MY Heart Rate

MY Heart Rate

Vocals: あよ (Ayo)
Lyrics: Caral
Arranged by: kaztora
Album: シンクロ2 (Synchro 2) [Official site]
Circle: 森羅万象 (Shinra-Bansho)
Event: Reitaisai 15 [RTS15]
Original theme: Spring Lane ~ Colorful Path [春色小径 ～ Colorful Path]

Requested by: hs08
Watch the official video on YouTube!

Update (21 May 2023): Following the release of the official video, I’ve refreshed my translation of this song. Thanks mozitre for your input!

A new lyricist has joined the Shinra-Bansho flock! If I had to compare Caral to another lyricist, I’d compare them to Seiji. Like Seiji, they mix English seamlessly with the Japanese lyrics. It’s really effective – I didn’t even have to do much work to make it fit.

I think this is a Yukari x Reimu song, but it’s tough working out who’s speaking where. This line in particular is tricky: 攫って幻の世界から (Abducted from a world of illusions). The speaker could be the one doing the abducting, or they could be the one being abducted. As my interpretation of the lyrics evolves, I may change some of these things around.

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Updated translation (21 May 2023)

非公式の英訳/Unofficial translation

Heart rate.
Ideals and reality create gaps that close in.
My heart and reality stifle tenderness.
No limits. Even if that’s true,
I can’t shout or express
that small, reverberating message
with only my heart.

Though I act tough,
I can’t overcome discontent.
I guess no matter what you say
the same kind of morning will come.

I imagined freedom back then
but where is it?
I’m forgetting my ideals in my dream.

Hey, only my heart’s voice
is a marionette suffering a surge of pressure. Ah, ah.
I can’t even keep up anymore. Everyone,
everyone’s after attention, sword fighting and running.
I knew that I was being sought out
but still, it was my good day.
Hey, why’s that? Hey, why’s that?
I want to gain one silent day. Ah…

I’m taken from this world of illusions,
like I’m being swallowed up.
Can’t get over there. Yeah…
I drill down and go off track. You got it.
I get caught up.
Ah… I can’t resist. I’m lame.

You gang up on me. Eh, eh.
You call me a contrarian. Eh, eh.
If you’re just gonna run your mouth, then gimme an offering.
You keep saying the same things. Eh, eh.
How boring. Don’t let me down.
(Don’t know nothing, don’t let me down.)

Oh… no matter how far I go, I don’t understand.
If it’s an impossible demand, ah, ah…
then isn’t it okay since it’s explosive?
(Isn’t it okay?)
Ah. No matter how long I’ve done it, I’m going to leave
because giving up is so important.
Hey, why’s that? Hey, why’s that?
In the end, I’ll manage somehow.
(So lonely, lonely day.)

But if you’re by my side…
I’ll be taken from this repeating world.
If it’s only a little bit,
I’ll give it a try. Oh yeah.
To say it’s a dream… You made it.
I want to resist.
Ah… which is my true flame?

Hey, the voice of my heart
is calling out the truth. Ah, ah.
It’s telling me to take care not to be swallowed up.
I get caught up
but why? Why? Why?
My heart rate can’t be stopped.
Even your heart rate is the same as mine.

I’m taken from a world of fantasy.
I don’t want to be swallowed up.
I can get over there. Yeah…
I drill down and go off track. You got it.
I’ll stand still.
Ah… This is my real flame.
Only my heart.

This spring dream will someday snap.
I searched for something I lacked.
I take your hand
and take you away, heading to the world you gave me.
As it reacts to the truth, I can’t stop my heart rate.
That must be only—

(Taken from this world of fantasy…)
My heart rate
will always be only—
(Ideals and reality create gaps that close in.)
My heart rate.
(My heart and reality stifle tenderness.)
I can’t resist. I’m lame.

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Original translation (19 July 2018)

非公式の英訳/Unofficial translation

(Heart rate,
Ideals and reality create gaps and they close in.
My heart and reality stifle tenderness.
No limits. Even if that’s true,
I can’t shout or spit out
that small, reverberating message)
Only in my heart.

Though I act tough,
I can’t leap over this discontent.
I say something or other
and the same kind of morning arrives.

I imagined freedom back then
but where is it?
I forget my ideals in my dream.

Hey, only my heart’s voice
is an acupuncture marionette. Ah, ah.
I can’t even keep up anymore. Everybody!
Everyone sword fights with the attention-seekers. Run.
I knew that I was being sought out
but still, it was my good day.
Hey, why is it? Hey, why is it?
I want to gain one silent day. Ah…

Abducted from a world of illusions,
It was like I had been swallowed up.
Can’t get over there. Yeah…
I dig it up and it’s twisted. You got it.
We become tangled up.
Ah… I can’t disobey. I’m lame.

You gang up on me. Eh, eh.
You call me a contrarian. Eh, eh.
You tell me to donate if I’m going to say this and that.
You keep saying the same things. Eh, eh.
How boring. Don’t let me down.
(Don’t know nothing, don’t let me down.)

Oh… no matter how far I go, I don’t understand.
As for those unreasonable demands, ah, ah…
Aren’t they fine because they’re so explosive?
(Aren’t they fine?)
Ah. No matter how long I’ve done it, I’m going to leave.
After all giving up and accepting things is so important.
Hey, why is it? Hey, why is it?
In the end, I’ll manage somehow.
(So lonely, lonely day.)

But if you’re by my side…
I’ll abduct you from a repeated world.
If it’s only a little bit,
I’ll give it a try. Oh yeah…
In a dream, to think you’d say something like “You made it.”
I want to disobey.
Ah… which is my true flame?

Hey, the voice of my heart
is calling out the truth. Ah, ah.
It’s telling me to take care not to be swallowed up.
We tangle together
but why? Why? Why?
My heart rate
can’t be stopped.
Even your heart rate
is the same as mine.

Kidnapped from a world of illusions,
I don’t want to be swallowed up.
I can get over there. Yeah…
I dig it up and it’s twisted. You got it.
I’ll stand still.
Ah… This is my real flame.
Only my heart.

Your dream will someday snap.
I searched for something I lacked.
I take your hand
and kidnap you, heading to the world you gave me.
As it reacts to the truth, I can’t stop my heart rate.
That must be only—

(Kidnapped from a world of illusions…)
My heart rate
will always be only—
(Ideals and reality create gaps, and they close in.)
My heart rate.
(My heart and reality stifle tenderness.)
I can’t disobey. I’m lame.