鉄風センシティビティ || Iron Wind Sensitivity

日本語

ティアラみたいな　涙繋いで
出来損ないの　望み描いた
たぎたぎし道　散り紛う詩に
苦い夢さえ　絵的に冴えた

怠惰な性に　逃げ場が無くて
手の中に咲く　苦患の花よ
世迷い言と　解く教えさえ
選り好みせず　ズタズタにして

鉄の風　是に刺され
冷血な　波間を突き
キスの雨　愛でちゃ駄目
メランコリア

あからさまな罠　縄が身体絡めば
ばらされちゃう咎　我他彼此がたひし　刺青の如し
頻りに刻んだ　堕落にも似た歌が
伽藍に共鳴　傷みとなった

立ち止まれない　意志が慟哭
暗がりの部屋　窶れた麗句

腐った果実　潰えた理想
憂さ晴らししか　考えられず
ずっと抱えた　爛れた気持ち
値遇反遇ちぐはぐな儘　斑に塗ったよ

夜

羸弱に　似合わしく
曇り空　ラム酒の味
自己の瑕疵　知ればまた
撓むアリア

糾われ　レイシスト
閉ざされた　退化イデア
剰え　エスケイプ
プロパガンダ

打算的だから　乱暴な因果律
詰まらない日々が　概要　うらぶれた姿
たとえ輝きが　街路樹を照らしても
漏れ出た溜息　傷のテロメア

あからさまな罠　縄が身体絡めば
ばらされちゃう咎　我他彼此がたひし　刺青の如し
頻りに刻んだ　堕落に上がる炎
往生しなっせ　センシティビティ

Romanisation

tiara mitai na namida tsunaide
dekisokonai no nozomi egaita
tagitagishi michi chirimagau shi ni
nigai yume sae eteki ni saeta

taida na saga ni nigeba ga nakute
te no naka ni saku kugen no hana yo
yomaigoto to toku oshie sae
erigonomi sezu zutazuta ni shite

tetsu no kaze ze ni sasare
reiketsu na namima o tsuki
kisu no ame medecha dame
merankoria

akarasama na wana nawa ga karada karameba
barasarechau toga gatahishi shisei no gotoshi
shikiri ni kizanda daraku ni mo nita uta ga
garan ni kyoumei itami to natta

tachidomarenai ishi ga doukoku
kuragari no heya yatsureta reiku

kusatta kajitsu tsuieta risou
usabarashi shika kangaerarezu
zutto kakaeta tadareta kimochi
chiguhagu na mama mura ni nutta yo

yoru      

ruijaku ni niawashiku
kumorizora ramushu no aji
jiko no kashi shireba mata
tawamu aria

azanaware reishisuto
tozasareta taika idea
amatsusae esukeipu
puropaganda

dasanteki dakara ranbou na ingaritsu
tsumaranai hibi ga gaiyou urabureta sugata
tatoe kagayaki ga gairoju o terashitemo
moredeta tameiki kizu no teromea

akarasama na wana nawa ga karada karameba
barasarechau toga gatahishi shisei no gotoshi
shikiri ni kizanda daraku ni agaru honoo
oujou shinasse senshitibiti

Translation

I link my tears together, which are like a tiara.
I imagined a failed wish.
In the poems scattered on the rough road
even painful dreams were clear like a picture.

With my lazy nature, there’s nowhere to run.
Flowers of hellish pain bloom in my hand.
I tear my complaints and even the teachings to resolve them
to shreds, without fussing over them.

The iron wind is pierced by justice
and thrusts through the cold-blooded gaps between the waves.
You mustn’t admire the rain of kisses.
Melancholia.

This is a blatant trap. When the rope tangles around one’s body
sins will be exposed, mine and others’, like a tattoo.
This song, like corruption that’s carved in over and over,
resounded through the temple and became pain.

I can’t stop. My will laments.
The haggard, elegant phrase is in a dark room.

Rotten fruit and collapsed ideals.
All I can consider are distractions.
I always harboured dissolute feelings.
I painted them unevenly while things were still mismatched.

Night.

Weakly, suitably.
The cloudy sky and the taste of rum.
When one knows their flaws
the warped aria plays again.

Be twisted, racist.
This is a sealed, degenerate idea.
Also, escape.
Propaganda.

Cause and effect is violent because it’s mercenary.
The dull days have a shabby outline.
Even if radiance illuminates the roadside trees
my sighs leaking out are wounded telomeres.

This is a blatant trap. When the rope tangles around one’s body
sins will be exposed, mine and others’, like a tattoo.
Carved in repeatedly, the blaze rises in depravity.
Pass on, sensitivity.