灰色少年ロック
haiiro shounen rokku
Ashen Boy Rock
Vocals: そらる (soraru)
Lyrics: スズム (suzumu)
Composed by: スズム (suzumu)
Album: 絶望性:ヒーロー治療薬
Release date: 4 September 2013
Requested by: yka
Update (2 May 2023): Updated translation of あの子 (ano ko) to ‘she’ rather than ‘he’. Thanks yka!
歌詞
ある日の洪水で
世界の色が流れた
咲きかけの蕾も
立ち枯れ散ったその種も。
「ありがとうございます」
事務的笑顔の店員は
決められた平等を
いつもと形容し
明日もまた同じ今日がくれば
なんて勘違いしてるんだ
灰色になったこの世界に
「らしさ」なんてまるで無くて
「当たり前」を ただ「普通に」
こなして生きてゆく
敷かれたレールを沿って走る
イカれきったパラダイムを
幸せだと人は謳う
明ける事もなく
憧れに夢をみた
少年は泥啜って
強いられた平凡に
ただただ縋り明日に祈り
また夜を越した
世界は案外単純に
抑圧がてら減らしていった
こじつけられた罪
の許し言葉は Nobody Knows
エゴだらけのエコと
昨日に焦がれたボク見て
いつしかその場所で
君は笑ってた
あの子も また同じ今日のように
なんて勘違いしてたんだ
灰色になったこの世界に
「らしさ」なんてまるで無くて
同じ顔で同じ声が
「正しい平等」
敷かれたレールを沿って走る
なんでもないお約束を
素晴らしいと人は謳う
飽きる事もなく
憧れに夢をみた
少年は鼓動を聴いて
強いられた毎日が
ただただ無意で明日は不意と
その意味を知った
色褪せたこの世界は
誰かが縋った白昼夢
ならボクも同じようにと
ただただ祈りひたすら願う
しょうけいに夢をみた
少年はまた祈った
明日なんて 明日なんて
明日なんて来なけりゃいいのに
灰色になったこの世界に
一度きりの奇跡が起きて
「当たり前」で「同じ今日」が
音を立て崩れた
敷かれたレールを沿って走る
決まりきったこの茶番が
下らないと人は気づく
もう手遅れでも
憧れに憧れた
明日が目の前に人の中
ただあの子だけは
悲しいそうな顔してた気がした
Romanisation
aru hi no kouzui de
sekai no iro ga nagareta
saki kake no tsubomi mo
tachikare chitta sono tane mo.
“arigatou gozaimasu”
jimu teki egao no tenin wa
kimerareta byoudou o
itsumo to keiyoushi
ashita mo mata onaji kyou ga kureba
nante kanchigai shiteru nda
haiiro ni natta kono sekai ni
“rashisa” nante marude nakute
“atarimae” o tada “futsuu ni”
konashite ikiteiku
shikareta reeru o sotte hashiru
ikare kitta paradaimu o
shiawase da to hito wa utau
akeru koto mo naku
akogare ni yume o mita
shounen wa doro susutte
shiirareta heibon ni
tadatada sugari ashita ni inori
mata yoru wo koshita
sekai wa angai tanjun ni
yokuatsu gatera herashite itta
kojitsukerareta tsumi
no yurushi kotoba wa Nobody Knows
ego darake no eko to
kinou ni kogareta boku mite
itsu shika sono basho de
kimi wa waratteta
ano ko mo mata onaji kyou no you ni
nante kanchigai shiteta nda
haiiro ni natta kono sekai ni
“rashisa” nante marude nakute
onaji kao de onaji koe ga
“tadashii byoudou”
shikaretareeru wo sotte hashiru
nandemo nai o yakusoku o
subarashii to hito wa utau
akiru koto mo naku
akogare ni yume o mita
shounen wa kodou wo kiite
shiirareta mainichi ga
tadatada mui de ashita wa fui to
sono imi o shitta
iroaseta kono sekai wa
dareka ga sugatta hakuchuumu
nara boku mo onaji you ni to
tadatada inori hitasura negau
shoukei ni yume o mita
shounen wa mata inotta
ashita nante ashita nante
ashita nante konakerya ii no ni
haiiro ni natta kono sekai ni
ichido kiri no kiseki ga okite
“atarimae” de “onaji kyou” ga
oto wo tate kuzureta
shikareta reeru o sotte hashiru
kimari kitta kono chaban ga
kudaranai to hito wa kizuku
mou teokure demo
akogare ni akogareta
ashita ga me no mae ni hito no naka
tada ano ko dake wa
kanashii sou na kao shiteta kigashita
Translation
The colours of the world were washed away
by the flood that day
together with the half-bloomed buds
and their blighted seeds.
“Thank you very much.”
The sales assistant, with their business-like smile
describes this fixed state of balance
as the usual way of things.
If only the same day will come again tomorrow…
That’s what I think. I’ve got the wrong idea.
In this ashen world
there’s no more identity.
People become common, or ordinary,
and they live their lives.
People stick to the tracks laid out before them
and they sing the praises of this broken paradigm
calling it happiness.
Dawn never comes.
The boy who dreamed in longing
spent another night
in crisis, praying to tomorrow
while clinging to the mediocrity
forced upon him.
The world diminished surprisingly easily
while it was being restrained.
Nobody knows the words to forgive
that twisted crime.
You looked at me as I yearned for the past,
an echo full of ego,
and all too quickly, right there
you laughed.
She’s the same, just like today.
That’s what I thought. I had the wrong idea.
In this ashen world
there’s no more identity.
With the same face, the same voice said
“This is correct equality.”
People stick to the tracks laid out before them
and they sing the praises of worthless promises
calling them wonderful.
They never tire of it.
The boy who dreamed in longing
listened to his heartbeat
and knew the days forced upon him
were meaningless, and tomorrow is unpredictable.
He understood its significance.
This faded world is a daydream
that someone clung to.
If that’s all it is, I’ll devote myself to praying
so that I’ll be the same.
The boy who dreamed, one after the other,
prayed again.
If only tomorrow, if only tomorrow
if only tomorrow would never come…
In this ashen world
a single miracle took place.
Ordinary things and identical days
noisily fell to pieces.
People realised that this farce
in which people stick to the tracks laid out before them
is worthless.
Though it was far too late…
Among all the people
faced with the future they longed for
it felt like she was the only one
who seemed a little sad.
Releska 
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