俺ゴーストタイプ || I’m a Ghost-Type

俺ゴーストタイプ
Ore Goosuto Taipu
I’m a Ghost-Type

Vocals: 初音ミク (Hatsune Miku)
Lyrics: syudou, Project VOLTAGE
Composed by: syudou
Upload date: 27 January 2024

Requested by: raineydayparade
Watch the official video on YouTube!

In the several months between I received this song as a request, it looks like the video has been updated with an official translation – but I thought I’d give it a go anyway. It was fun trying to pick up the references to Pokemon moves – I found that, as a general rule, if the word is normally written in kanji but is written in hiragana instead, it’s a sign that it’s referencing a move.

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非公式の英訳/Unofficial translation

We’re still at it.
I’m on top with my friends from Pallet Town.
We’ll make sure everyone knows who we are.
Cut the crap and listen to me!

Yeah, I fly so high above the others they’re jealous.
The Confuse Ray is dark, yet it shines.
The lavender beats echo
with a noble purple shade.
Those people aren’t witches.
Red and green go together, whether it’s now or back then.
The road has been rough
but everyone’s stories have continued on since that day.
Now, at last, my pockets are full to bursting
with true companions.

Okay then, I’ll ask one question:
“Do you believe in GHOSTs?”

I’m a Ghost-type.
Nobody can mimic me.
I’m a Ghost-type.
You can’t lay a finger on me.
This darkness is perfect, supreme and oppressive.

Swallow all this Bitter Malice and return it with song, my Destiny Bond.
I’m gonna Astonish you. Your Foresight might see right through me
but I’m the type who can’t ignore trash talk.
Like a Shadow Claw
each word is a critical hit. Syudou’s hard at it.
The Silph Scope is showing something dope now.
Who’s that Gengar riding this track?
I’m told to get out… get out…
but I’m a ghost so I can’t be touched.

I’m a Ghost-type.
This is all my darkness.
I’m a Ghost-type.
It has an irresistible, bewitching taste.
Light and dark don’t decide the outcome, you get what I mean?

“That white hand on your shoulder…”

I’m a Ghost-type.
Nobody can mimic me.
I’m a Ghost-type.
You can’t lay a finger on me.
I’m a Ghost-type.
This is all my darkness.
I’m a Ghost-type.
It has an irresistible, bewitching taste.

So, if one side shines brightly
then the other side’s shadows get even deeper.
That’s my darkness—perfect, supreme and oppressive.