ナンセンス || Nonsense

歌詞

〇と✕で歌を歌った　話したくて切手貼って送った
まるで罰を数えるように　でもさ、それじゃ届くはずないさ
ナンセンス　ナンセンス

生きてくこと歌を歌った　文字にしたら馬鹿馬鹿しくなちゃって
言葉の淵　沈めた命　救えないの全部僕のせいさ
ナンセンス　ナンセンス

でもさ、でもさ

それでいいと思えたんだ　ああ　僕が生きてきた証を
残せたら良いと思ったんだ　こんな、拙くて伝んなくっても

悲しくないと思ったんだ　今　僕が救われた証を
世界に残せろのなら　もし、明日僕が霞になってもいっか

いいかい？

それでいいと思えたんだ　なのに　なんでこんなにも苦しい
「強がらなくてもいい」とちやんと君が僕に伝えたから？

それで良いと思えたんだ　ああ　君と苦しんだ証を
また歌に残せるなら　こんな不甲斐なくって脆くたっても

いいかい

いいかい

いつか聴いてくれる君や、代わりに歌うあなたの為の
歌を、歌えたらいいな。たとえ世界が望まなくっても。
あなたのため、歌えたなら意味があるかな。

ナンセンス　ナンセンス

君といつか歌えるかなあ。ナンセンス　ナンセンス

Romanisation

maru to batsu de uta o utatta hanashitakute kitte hatte okutta
marude bachi o kazoeru you ni demo sa, sore ja todoku hazu nai sa
nansensu nansensu

ikiteku koto uta o utatta moji ni shitara bakabakashiku nachatte
kotoba no fuchi shizumeta inochi sukuenai no zenbu boku no sei sa
nansensu nansensu

demo sa, demo sa

sore de ii to omoeta nda aa boku ga ikite kita akashi o
nokosetara ii to omotta nda konna, tsutanakute tsutannaku ttemo

kanashikunai to omotta nda ima boku ga sukuwareta akashi o
sekai ni nokosero no nara moshi, ashita boku ga kasumi ni nattemo ikka

ii kai?

sore de ii to omoeta nda nanoni nande konna ni mo kurushii
“tsuyogaranakutemo ii” to chanto kimi ga boku ni tsutaeta kara?

sore de ii to omoeta nda aa kimi to kurushinda akashi o
mata uta ni nokoseru nara konna fukai naku tte moroku tattemo

ii kai

ii kai

itsuka kiite kureru kimi ya, kawari ni utau anata no tame no
uta o, utaetara ii na. tatoe sekai ga nozomanaku ttemo.
anata no tame, utaeta nara imi ga aru kana.

nansensu nansensu

kimi to itsuka utaeru kanaa. nansensu nansensu

Translation

I sang with noughts and crosses. I wanted to talk so I stuck a stamp on and sent it.
It’s like I’m counting out punishments, and yet that won’t make it arrive.
Nonsense. Nonsense.

I sang about life. I put it into words and it seemed so silly.
Their life was submerged in an abyss of words. I couldn’t save them. It was all my fault.
Nonsense, nonsense.

But, but…

That seemed okay. Ah, if only I could leave behind
proof that I lived. I wasn’t good enough, so I didn’t say it.

But I didn’t think it was sad. Now, if I could leave behind
proof that I was saved, would that make it okay if I vanished like mist tomorrow?

Alright?

That seemed okay, and yet why do I hurt so much?
“You don’t need to act tough.” Is it because you said those words so clearly to me?

That seemed okay. Ah, if I can leave behind in song
proof that I suffered with you, then even if I’m cowardly and brittle

it’s okay, right?

Alright?

If only I could sing a song for you, who will someday listen to me,
and you, the substitute singer. Even if it’s not what the world wants.
I wonder if a song for you would have significance.

Nonsense. Nonsense.

I wonder if I can sing with you someday. Nonsense. Nonsense.