才能なんか || I’ve Got No Talent

歌詞

僕に才能なんかないなら
もっと早く教えて　神様
お陰で行くも帰るも　もうできん場所に来ちゃった
そんな顔をしないでよ　母さん
こんな歌　歌ってごめんな
でも　そうしなきゃ僕が僕でいられない日々だ

夜勤明けの駅は凪いで　朝を焼いて
すてっぱちな僕の生活を暴いては嘲笑う
容赦がないよな

憧れだったミュージシャンが嫌いになったのは去年の春先
「夢は叶うのさ」って戯言を歌ったから
諦めること　ちょうどいい引き際も
大事だってちゃんと歌ってよ
綺麗な言葉だけで生きてけりゃどれほどか

僕に才能なんかなかった
疾うに周知の事実ですか
行くも帰るも才能なら　僕は肉塊以下だ
こんな歌を歌わないで済む人生はどこに売ってんのさ
道端に転がる吸いさしが　まさに僕だ

1Kの牢で横臥
日が暮れて満月の明るさを知った
そうだ　もう僕には逃げ場がないのだ

ここから出ていくためには死ぬしかねぇ
夢なんて持たぬが身のため
明日は我が身だと震える余生　クソくらえ
下を見てみろ　精神論者ども
僕は全てに負けたぞ
線路に横たわる敗者の声は聞こえてんだろ

四季の移ろい　人の営み
勝者だけに許された贅の極み
時間なんてない
若いやつらに後ろ指さされてばっか　立つ瀬がない
僕が座る椅子はもうない
世間体　プライド　心中も辞さない
「生きていたい」なんて言えない

項垂れた頭に空いた風穴
どこで道を間違えたかな
14の秋にギターを手にしてからか
今じゃゴミを漁る浮浪者を見て　他人事だとは思えねぇ

憧れだったミュージシャンが嫌いになったのは去年の春先
「夢は叶うのさ」って戯言を歌ったから
諦めること　ちょうどいい引き際も
大事だってちゃんと歌ってよ
綺麗な言葉だけで生きてけりゃどれほどか

僕は才能なんかないけど
最後に一つだけいいかな
結局、行くも帰るももう自分次第だってさ
「夢を持つならそれでもいいが、目測だけは見誤るな」
それさえ分かってりゃ大抵はどうとでもなるそうだ

厭世と多幸は表裏一体だ

Romanisation

boku ni sainou nanka nai nara
motto hayaku oshiete kamisama
okage de iku mo kaeru mo mou dekin basho ni kichatta
sonna kao o shinaide yo kaasan
konna uta utatte gomenna
demo sou shinakya boku ga boku de irarenai hibi da

yakiake no eki wa naide asa o yaite
suteppachi na boku no seikatsu o abaite wa azawarau
yousha ga nai yo na

akogare datta myuujishan ga kirai ni natta no wa kyonen no harusaki
“yume wa kanau no sa” tte tawagoto o utatta kara
akirameru koto choudo ii hikigiwa mo
daiji datte chanto utatte yo
kirei na kotoba dake de ikitekerya dore hodo ka

boku ni sainou nanka nakatta
tou ni shuuchi no jijitsu desu ka
iku mo kaeru mo sainou nara boku wa nikukai ika da
konna uta o utawanai de sumu jinsei wa doko ni utten no sa
michibata ni korogaru suisashi ga masa ni boku da

wankei no rou de ouga
hi ga kurete mangetsu no akarusa o shitta
sou da mou boku ni wa nigeba ga nai no da

koko kara deteiku tame ni wa shinu shika nee
yume nante motanu ga mi no tame
asu wa wagami da to furueru yosei kuso kurae
shita o mite miro seishin ronsha domo
boku wa subete ni maketa zo
senro ni yokotawaru haisha no koe wa kikoeten daro

shiki no utsuroi hito no itonami
shousha dake ni yurusareta zei no kiwami
jikan nante nai
wakai yatsura ni ushiro yubisasarete bakka tatsu se ga nai
boku ga suwaru isu wa mou nai
sekentei puraido shinjuu mo jisanai
“ikite itai” nante ienai

unadareta toube ni aita kazaana
doko de michi o machigaeta ka na
juuyon no aki ni gitaa o te ni shite kara ka
ima ja gomi o asaru furousha o mite hitogoto da to wa omoe nee

akogare datta myuujishan ga kirai ni natta no wa kyonen no harusaki
“yume wa kanau no sa” tte tawagoto o utatta kara
akirameru koto choudo ii hikigiwa mo
daiji datte chanto utatte yo
kirei na kotoba dake de ikitekerya dore hodo ka

boku wa sainou nanka nai kedo
saigo ni hitotsu dake ii ka na
kekkyoku, iku mo kaeru mo mou jibun shidai datte sa
“yume o motsu nara sore demo ii ga, mokusoku dake wa miayamaru na”
sore sae wakatterya taitei wa dou to demo naru sou da

ensei to takou wa hyouriittai da

Translation

If I have no talent at all
then you could have told me a bit sooner, God!
Thanks to you I’ve reached a dead end and I can’t turn back.
Don’t look at me like that, mum.
I’m sorry I’m singing this sort of song
but these days, I can’t be me without singing it.

After night shift, the station is calm. Dawn burns the sky.
It uncovers my desperate life and sneers at me.
It’s so merciless.

At the beginning of spring last year, I started hating the musician I used to admire
because what they sang was a joke: “your dreams will come true.”
Knowing the right moment to give up on them
is important, so sing about it seriously!
How long can you live with just pretty words?

I had no talent after all.
Has it been common knowledge this whole time?
Going or returning… when it comes to talent, I’m worse than a hunk of meat.
Where do they sell lives in which you don’t have to sing this song?
There’s no mistake, the cigarette butt lying at the side of the road is me.

I lie on my side in my jail, a shoebox apartment. (1)
The sun set, and then I noticed the full moon’s brightness.
That’s right—I’ve got nowhere to run to now.

I guess I’ve gotta die to leave this place.
Having no dreams is for one’s own good.
I’ll shudder, thinking “this is me” for the rest of my tomorrows. To hell with it all!
Look down, you idealists!
I’ve lost to everything.
Can’t you hear the voices of those spread out over the railway tracks?

The passage of the seasons, and work…
They’re the height of luxury, only permitted for the victors.
There’s no time.
The young ones keep talking about me behind my back. I lose face.
There aren’t any chairs left for me.
I’m prepared for the double suicide of my appearances and pride.
“I want to live,” as if I could say junk like that.

An air hole opened in my head hung low.
I wonder, when did I lose my way?
Was it since I took up the guitar that autumn when I was 14?
Now, I look at the tramps fishing through the rubbish and can’t think it’s someone else’s problem.

At the beginning of spring last year, I started hating the musician I used to admire
because what they sang was a joke: “your dreams will come true.”
Knowing the right moment to give up on them
is important, so sing about it seriously!
How long can you live with just pretty words?

I’ve got no talent
but can I just say one thing to finish off?
Whether you move forward or turn back, it’s all up to oneself in the end.
“It’s fine if you’ve got dreams, but make sure you don’t misjudge their scope.”
If you understand that, things will generally work out one way or the other.

Pessimism and happiness are two sides of the same coin.