風邪 || Flu

歌詞

私の手を引いた命は　今もどこかで燃えているのかなあ

はじまりの合図だけは　どうしようもなく鮮明だ
まるで風邪を引いたように　熱くなり　赤くなり　頭がくらくらり
取り立てて不幸でもなく幸でもない　そんな日々をぬるい風が
気だるさを揺らして　ひゅるひゅるり　ひゅるひゅるり　吹く

私の手を引いた命は　何ひとつ特別な事しない
私を不器用に肯定し　なんだか恥ずかしくて隠れてた
もーいいかい　まだだよ　もーいいよ

息さえ出来ないほど　汚れた都会の空気を
毎晩同じテンポで　吸い吐いた　吸い吐いた　赤ら顔　あっ
あのバンドやあの漫画のような展開　そんな大それたドラマもなく
些細な体温差を　こじらせて　こじらせて　マスク

私の手を引いた命は　何ひとつ特別な事しない
私を不器用に否定し　何度も離れてはまた交わる
それでも　いつかは　「もーいいよ」

今あの日の風邪が甦って　動悸と眩暈ぶり返して
３８度５分の夢を見ている
聞き流してた歌で泣いちゃって　いつしか高熱引いちゃって
擦られ倒した感情表現剥きだした　あぁ

はじまりも続きもおわりも　やんなるくらい普通です
世界中で百億回はありそうな　症例にもならない「あったこと」

私の手を引いた命は　確かにあの時熱を帯びてた
私の手を引いた命に　足りないものなど何もなかった
特別じゃない日々を重ね　特別な事がまた増えてゆく
不器用に　不器用に　続いて

またあの日の風邪が甦って　動悸と眩暈ぶり返して
３８度５分の夢を見ていた
そしてちょっとだけ後ろ振り向いて　確かめるように指差して
最後の最後に感情表現なぞるんだ

あの時　あの場所　あの事　ぬるい風
もーいいかい　まだだよ　そろそろ　もーいいよ
じゃあね

Romanisation

watashi no te o hiita inochi wa ima mo dokoka de moete iru no kanaa

hajimari no aizu dake wa dou shiyou mo naku senmei da
maru de kaze o hiita you ni atsuku nari akaku nari atama ga kura kurari
toritatete fukou demo naku kou demo nai sonna hibi o nurui kaze ga
kedarusa o yurashite hyuru hyururi hyuru hyururi fuku

watashi no te o hiita inochi wa nani hitotsu tokubetsu na koto shinai
watashi o bukiyou ni koutei shi nandaka hazukashikute kakureteta
moo ii kai mada da yo moo ii yo

iki sae dekinai hodo yogoreta tokai no kuuki o
maiban onaji tenpo de sui haita sui haita akaragao a
ano bando ya ano manga no you na tenkai sonna daisoreta dorama mo naku
sasai na taionsa o kojirasete kojirasete masuku

watashi no te o hiita inochi wa nani hitotsu tokubetsu na koto shinai
watashi o bukiyou ni hitei shi nando mo hanarete wa mata majiwaru
sore demo itsuka wa “moo ii yo”

ima ano hi no kaze ga yomigaette douki to memai burikaeshite
sanjuu-hachi-do go-fun no yume o mite iru
kikinagashiteta uta de naichatte itsu shika kounetsu hiichatte
koshirare taoshita kanjou hyougen mukidashita aa

hajimari mo tsudzuki mo owari mo yan naru kurai futsuu desu
sekai-juu de hyaku-oku-kai wa arisou na shourei ni mo naranai “atta koto”

watashi no te o hiita inochi wa tashika ni ano toki netsu o obiteta
watashi no te o hiita inochi ni tarinai mono nado nani mo nakatta
tokubetsu ja nai hibi o kasane tokubetsu na koto ga mata fuete yuku
bukiyou ni bukiyou ni tsudzuite

mata ano hi no kaze ga yomigaette douki to memai burikaeshite
sanjuu-hachi-do go-fun no yume o mite ita
soshite chotto dake ushiro furimuite tashikameru you ni mezashite
saigo no saigo ni kanjou hyougen nazoru nda

ano toki ano basho ano koto nurui kaze
moo ii kai mada da yo soro soro moo ii yo
jaa ne

Translation

I wonder if the life that led me by the hand is burning somewhere, even now.

Only the first signal was helplessly clear.
I became feverish, red, and dizzy. It was like I’d caught the flu.
It wasn’t particularly fortunate or unfortunate. During those days, the lukewarm wind
shook my listlessness and blew, whistling along as it went.

The life that led me by the hand didn’t do anything special at all.
They awkwardly boosted me up then I got a bit shy and hid.
Ready? Not ready! I’m ready now!

The city air is so unclean you can’t breathe.
Every evening, I breathed it in and out at the same speed. My face was red. Ah—
There’s no outrageous drama, like something from that band’s song or from that manga.
I make the difference in our body heat worse and worse. Mask.

The life that led me by the hand didn’t do anything special at all.
They awkwardly put me down. We separated countless times then came together again.
Still, someday… “Ready!”

My flu from back then revives, bringing back my heart palpitations and dizziness.
My dream was born from a fever of 38.5 degrees.
A song I ignored made me cry. Before I knew it, I had a high fever.
It scraped at me and I collapsed. My expressions were stripped away. Ah…

The start, middle and end were so ordinary it felt unpleasant.
Seems like it’s happened ten billion times in the world. Something that ‘happened’ isn’t a case.

The life that led me by the hand was definitely feverish back then.
The life that led me by the hand didn’t lack anything.
Ordinary days piled up and extraordinary things continue to increase.
Awkwardly, awkwardly, it continues.

My flu from back then revives, bringing back my heart palpitations and dizziness.
I had a dream born from a fever of 38.5 degrees.
And then I looked back just a little and pointed to be sure.
At the end of it all, I’ll trace along those expressions of emotions.

That time, that place, that event, that lukewarm wind,
Ready? Not ready! Soon… okay, ready!
See ya!