青春劇 || A Youth Drama

日本語

気付くと其処はまるで監獄
強い呪縛が身を焦がしている
自由など無い こんな場所に意思なんて無い
『生きている？』『いや、死んでいないだけ』
そんな日々をただ繰り返している
惰性の命 屹度これは救いでは無い

重なる不満と歪んだ正義
俺達の声は届かぬ様だ
所詮は無力な雨曝し
継ぎ接ぎの言葉を吐く
どうやったって主役じゃないし
このまま腐っていたいから
理想と思考と偽装と誹謗が
もうあやふやになってしまった

僕等偏に狂った とうに狂った
何処にも行けず何も言えぬままで
暮れ泥む現実リアルを厭わず底の底へ落ちていく
奴等は卑怯だ そうだ、卑怯だ
この言葉も無下にされていくからどうにも不条理だ
嗚呼、俺達の春を食い潰さないでくれ

教育だとか叱責だとか
聞こえは良いが全部最低だ
偽善者にすらなれやせずに沈んでいくのさ

高鳴る鼓動と集団心理
俺達の顔も見えないようだ
虚勢だけ本当ご立派ね
フラフラな立場のまま
下らない事は知りたくないし
事勿れ主義でいたいから
視線も奇言も詭弁も私怨も
もうごちゃ混ぜになってしまった

それは不埒な期待感 とんだ依存だ
此処にあるのは爛れた心だけ
個性は正されて普通をずっと追い求めている
漂う不安はどう繕おうか
愚鈍な君にも分かるようにするよ
恣意的な悪意と確かな怒りが身体を侵していく

全て無駄だ 全部無駄だ
二度とは相容れないだろう
お前等を作る尊厳全部
自己保身もどうしようもない
利己的な思想 絶たれた視床
悲痛な叫びの残響
時代は既に移り変わった
主役は僕等だ、邪魔するな！

偏に狂った とうに狂った
何処にも行けず何も言えぬままで

不埒な期待感 とんだ依存だ
此処にあるのは爛れた心だけ

僕等ただ弱者だった そんな自分だ
この思い出に価値など無いようだ
全ては茶番劇、絆も愛も夢も友情も
従いたくはない でも逆らえない
今の僕等じゃ何も出来ないからせめてもの反抗
まだ枯れゆく花の風情を知らなくても良い

Romanisation

kidzuku to soko wa marude kangoku
tsuyoi jubaku ga mi o kogashite iru
jiyuu nado nai konna basho ni ishi nante nai
“ikite iru?” “iya, shinde inai dake”
sonna hibi o tada kurikaeshite iru
dasei no inochi kitto kore wa sukui de wa nai

kasanaru fuman to yuganda seigi
oretachi no koe wa todokanu you da
shosen wa muryoku na amazarashi
tsugihagi no kotoba o haku
dou yatta tte shuyaku janai shi
kono mama kusatte itai kara
risou to shikou to gisou to hibou ga
mou ayafuya ni natte shimatta

bokura hitoeni kurutta tou ni kurutta
doko ni mo ikezu nani mo ienu mama de
kurenazumu riaru o itowazu soko no soko e ochite iku
yatsura wa hikyou da sou da, hikyou da
kono kotoba mo muge ni sarete iku kara dou ni mo fujouri da
aa, oretachi no haru o kuitsubusanaide kure

kyouiku da toka shisseki da toka
kikoe wa ii ga zenbu saitei da
gizensha ni sura nareya sezu ni shizunde iku no sa

takanaru kodou to shuudan shinri
oretachi no kao mo mienai you da
kyosei dake hontou go rippa ne
furafura na tachiba no mama
kudaranai koto wa shiritakunai shi
kotonakare shugi de itai kara
shisen mo kigen mo kiben mo shien mo
mou gocha maze ni natte shimatta

sore wa furachi na kitaikan tonda izon da
koko ni aru no wa tadareta kokoro dake
kosei wa tadasarete futsuu o zutto oimotomete iru
tadayou fuan wa dou tsukuroou ka
gudon na kimi ni mo wakaru you ni suru yo
shiiteki na akui to tashika na ikari ga karada o okashite iku

subete muda da zenbu muda da
nidoto wa aiirenai darou
omaera o tsukuru songen zenbu
jikohoshin mo dou shiyou mo nai
rikoteki na shisou tatareta shishou
hitsuu na sakebi no zankyou
jidai wa sude ni utsurikawatta
shuyaku wa bokura da, jama suru na!

hitoe ni kurutta tou ni kurutta
doko ni mo ikezu nani mo ienu mama de

furachi na kitaikan tonda izonda
koko ni aru no wa tadareta kokoro dake

bokura tada jakusha datta sonna jibun da
kono omoide ni kachi nado nai you da
subete wa chabangeki, kizuna mo ai mo yume mo yuujou mo
shitagaitaku wa nai demo sakaraenai
ima no bokura ja nani mo dekinai kara semete mo no hankou
mada kare yuku hana no fuzei o shiranakute mo ii

Translation

I noticed that this place is basically a prison.
A strong binding spell burns me.
I’m not free. There’s no purpose in a place like this.
“Are you alive?” “No, I’m just not dead.”
I kept living like that.
Surely an inert life is beyond salvation.

With increasing complaints and twisted justice,
it seems like out voices won’t reach.
Powerless, we’re left out in the cold
spitting out a patchwork of words.
No matter what I do, I’ll never have a leading role
since I just want to stay here rotting away.
My ideals, my thoughts, my disguises, and my abuse
have all become so uncertain.

We’re just crazy. We’ve been crazy for ages.
We can’t go anywhere or say anything.
Without shunning our darkening reality, we fall to the bottom of the depths.
They’re cowardly. Yes, cowardly.
My words will be ignored, so it’s all absurd.
Ah, don’t eat up our spring!

Whether it’s education or scolding,
it’s fine to listen but it’s all awful.
Without becoming another hypocrite, I sink.

Quickening pulses and mass psychology…
It’s like you can’t see our faces.
We just hide our weakness. How great’s that?
Our position remains unstable.
I don’t want to know about the small things
and I don’t want to rock the boat
so my gaze, my eccentric words and wordplay, and my grudges
are all messed up.

This is unthinkable reliance on outrageous expectations.
All that’s here is my festering heart.
My quirks are ironed out, and I keep pursuing normality.
How will I fix the unease drifting over me?
I’ll make it so even an idiot like you can understand.
Arbitrary malice and clear rage make their way inside me.

It’s all pointless. All of it!
I’ll never turn against them again.
The dignity that creates all of you
and self-defence are both helpless.
My thalamus was suppressed by selfish thoughts.
There are echoes of sorrowful screams.
The times have already changed.
We’re the stars. Don’t get in our way!

We’re just crazy. We’ve been crazy for ages.
We can’t go anywhere or say anything.

This is unthinkable reliance on outrageous expectations.
All that’s here is my festering heart.

We were just weak. That’s who we were.
It seems like there’s no point in these memories.
Bonds, love, dreams and friendship are all a farce.
We don’t want to obey but we can’t resist.
We can’t do anything as we are now, so we put up token resistance.
Some people are like dying flowers. We don’t need to know the likes of them.