慇懃さ蟇道中 || Road of “GAMA”

日本語

天つ水 仰ぎて待つに
現し身で ながき世にきく 蛙鳴蝉噪

霧雨・桜嶽・宵の淵 主盗郭公の物語
筆効濃淡に止払黎明即起すら拒めない

慇懃きらい好い気なもんだ不成者でも
須臾の存在 所詮流行りの道化者だと

群がる無粋と無節操共よ 黙れ黙れと
・・・・・・・・・・只一筋道を行く

傷つく事を厭わなければ、
こんな虚像を担がないのに、
実力のみが正義ですと この後に及んで何を今更

御座なりに転がり辛酸を舐め、
滲む目を血走らせ
目前に転がる蜥蜴の尻尾に泣くなんて

空虚の期待に応えられない僕は悪い子
理想のためなら嘘も辞さない僕は悪い子

降るは花弁か石礫か何方にしても凄惨

最終列車も無くなって街灯だけが拠所
親骨撓う傘を捨てそっと凭れた混凝土

爪先に滲みて体温奪うアマデウスたる
悪夢の患い、こんな憫然覚えるのなら
春よ来るな、僕を起こすな、それでも

慇懃尾籠さ、隠微な文句へ逃避行でも
何処も彼処も、泡沫の塵労、有象無象

ただ味も素っ気もない生涯嗤え嗤えと
己が身丈を呪え・・・・・・・・・！

慇懃無礼さ、矜持なんて襤褸切同然よ
来者不拒憑いてきたけりゃ憑いてこい

この虚構重なり様変えるなら天晴天晴と
もう貴方が来なくても只独の道を行く

Romanisation

amatsu mizu aogite matsu ni
utsushimi de nagaki yo ni kiku amei sensou

kirisame sakuratake yoi no fuchi nushitori kakkou no monogatari
fudekiki noutan ni tomeharai reimei sossa sura kobamenai

ingin kirai suki ki na mon da fuseisha demo
shuyu no sonzai shosen hayari no doukemono da to

muragaru busui to musessou domo yo damare damare to
… tada hitosujimichi o aruku

kizutsuku koto o itowanakereba,
konna kyozou o katsuganai noni,
jitsuryoku nomi ga seigi desu to kono ato ni oyonde nani o imasara

ozanari ni korogari shinsan o name,
nijimu me o chibarase
mokuzen ni korogaru tokage no shippo ni naku nante

kuukyo no kitai ni kotaerarenai boku wa warui ko
risou no tame nara uso mo yurusanai boku wa warui ko

furu wa kaben ka ishitsubute ka dochira ni shitemo seisan

saishuu ressha mo naku natte gaitou dake ga yoridokoro
oyabone shinau kasa o sute sotto motareta konkuriito

tsumasaki ni nijimite taion ubau amadeusu taru
akumu no wazurai, konna binzen oboeru no nara
haru yo kuru na, boku o okosu yo na, sore demo

ingin birou sa, inbi na monku e touhikou demo
doko mo kashiko mo, abuku no jinrou, uzou muzou

tada aji mo sukke mo nai shougai warae warae to
ono ga mitake o noroe…!

ingin burei sa, puraido nante borokire douzen yo
kuru monono kobamazu tsuite kitakerya tsuite koi

kono kyokou kasanari you kaeru nara appare appare to
mou anata ga konakutemo tada hitori no michi o iku

Translation

I look up at the rain and wait.
With my worldly body, I hear worthless chittering in this old world.

Drizzle. The sakura peak. Evening’s abyss. This is the legend of a thieving cuckoo.
Sweep away the coloured brushes. Even rising early is not allowed.

They are easygoing and hate courtesies. Though they are still unpromoted
they are a momentary existence—just a clown in vogue.

You unprincipled mass of boors, shut up!
…they just walk a straight road.

If I balked at wounding others
I wouldn’t have been burdened with this pretence
but if power alone is justice, is it too late?

I fall over perfunctorily and experience hardship.
I make my blurred eyes bloodshot.
To think I would cry at the tails of lizards tumbling before my eyes.

I’m a bad kid, unable to live up to hollow expectations.
I’m a bad kid, unwilling to lie for the sake of ideals.

Are petals or stones falling? No matter which one, it’s ghastly.

The last trains have gone, and all I can rely on are the streetlights.
I tossed away my broken umbrella and leaned gently against the concrete.

Assuming the role of Amadeus, with heat stolen away and running at one’s fingertips,
if you remember the pitiable nature of this nightmare illness
then stay away, spring! Don’t wake me. And yet…

Indecent yet courteous, though they escape to obscure complaints
the masses experience fleeting hardships all over.

Just scorn a dull lifetime!
Curse your short stature…!

Courteous yet rude, pride is just an old rag.
Refuse no offers. If you want to stay, come and stay!

If this fiction will layer up and change its form, then be splendid!
Though you don’t come anymore, I will walk this lonely road.