普通に歳をとるコトすら || Not even allowed to get old

歌詞

傷ついた華胥の夢
言の葉は地に落ちて
陽を焚いたような暮れ
汚れたボクを差した

意味の無い歩みに見えて
とても不安だ　どうしようか

普通に歳をとるコトすら
許されないボクの生き様は
ただ醜くて　ただ醜くて
有りもしない心を紡ぐんだ

ただ普通に歩けないボクは
君に肩を借りようとしたんだ
ただ痛んで　ただ痛んで
答えのない正解こじらせた　それだけ

昨日も歩いたこの夢
小さく罵声を吐いた
疑問繋げたような夢
汚れたボクを差した

燦然と溢れだす星に
願い事を　腑抜けた顔で

今歩き出した昨日が
今日のボクを震わせて鳴くんだ
この慢心を　この慢心を
歌うボクを許してくれないか

この千切れた言葉をボクら
「明日の希望」と歌っているなら
今日はどこに　今日はどこに
向かって歩きだせばいいんだろう
ねえ

回るボクらは歯車を
抜いては足して　どうしたいんだろ

「なんでもない毎日」を
「非日常」と表したボクらは
ただ醜くて　ただ醜くて
丸まった背中を蹴飛ばした

今、普通に歳をとるコトすら
許されないボクの生き様は
ただ醜くて　ただ醜くて
有りもしない心を紡ぐのさ　ねえ

Romanisation

kizutsuita kasho no yume
kotonoha wa chi ni ochite
hi o taita you na kure
yogoreta boku o sashita

imi no nai ayumi ni miete
totemo fuan da dou shiyou ka

futsuu ni toshi o toru koto sura
yurusarenai boku no iki sama wa
tada minikukute tada minikukute
ari mo shinai kokoro o tsumugu nda

tada futsuu ni arukenai boku wa
kimi ni kata o kariyou to shita nda
tada itande tada itande
kotae no nai seikai kojiraseta sore dake

kinou mo aruita kono yume
chiisaku basei o haita
gimon tsunageta you na yume
yogoreta boku o sashita

sanzen to afure dasu hoshi ni
negaigoto o funuketa kao de

ima aruki dashita kinou ga
kyou no boku o furuwasete naku nda
kono manshin o kono manshin o
utau boku o yurushite kurenai ka

kono chigireta kotoba o bokura
“asu no kibou” to utatte iru nara
kyou wa doko ni kyou wa doko ni
mukatte aruki daseba ii ndarou
nee

mawaru bokura wa haguruma o
nuite wa tashite doushitai ndaro

“nan demo nai mainichi” o
“hi nichijou” to arawashita bokura wa
tada minikukute tada minikukute
marumatta senaka o ketobashita

ima, futsuu ni toshi o toru koto sura
yurusarenai boku no iki sama wa
tada minikukute tada minikukute
ari mo shinai kokoro o tsumugu no sa nee

Translation

In my damaged dream of an ideal land
the words drifted to the ground like leaves.
Dusk seemed to burn the sun
shining down on my corrupted self.

It seems like I’m walking meaninglessly.
I’m uneasy. What should I do?

I’m not even allowed
to get old like normal. This is how I live—
it’s ugly, oh so ugly.
I spin together an imaginary heart.

I couldn’t walk like normal
so I tried to lean on your shoulder.
It just hurts. I hurt.
I made the answerless answer worse. That’s all.

I walked through this dream again yesterday
and jeered, just a little.
It was a dream that seemed to tie all my doubts together
and it shone upon my corrupted self.

I wished upon the stars, overflowing brilliantly
with a face devoid of energy.

Yesterday, when I started walking,
now makes me tremble. I cry.
This pride, this pride of mine,
is what I sing about now. Won’t you forgive me?

If we’re singing with ripped-up words
and calling our song the hope of the future,
then where, where in the world
should we walk today?
Hey…

We spin around
and remove and add gears. What do I want to do?

For us, boring days
stood for something unexpected.
We were ugly, so ugly.
We kicked away our hunched backs.

I’m not even allowed
to get old like normal. This is how I live—
it’s ugly, oh so ugly.
I spin together an imaginary heart.