Attempt at (hopefully) improving my translation Our special skill is licking each other's old wounds, Engaging in a lukewarm kind of familiarity that seeps in We were hurt by someone and found our way here, Grasping each other's hands while fearing being hurt again Somewhere deep down, we were aware Of the chipping away black dots We slathered our own colors over them And in time, they began to breathe again The colors! Oh, the colors! They reflect my expectations The shapes! Oh, the shapes! They form my world The trends and stages are set So, how about it? Rate this dreadful piece of work with a star I noticed the rotting color of my hands from the gutter In a world where a perfect ten holds no meaning We forbid ourselves from speaking about it Continuing to play house with our dolls Laughing all the while Somewhere deep down, we were aware Of the dismantling of our twisted hearts The festering wounds, untouched by anyone Will eventually kill our hearts The applause! Oh, the applause! It feeds my suspicion The praise! Oh, the praise! It fuels my jealousy Attention and respect, I hold them both in my hands So, how about it? Give a star to this perfect version of me Hey, look The truth is, well, the truth is, my world Is the lowest, it's despicable. My heart Was never painted for anyone else So go ahead, laugh at this wretched version of me
I gave it a try, sorry if it's not great. Our special skill is licking each other's old wounds This bond is just a lukewarm connection We were hurt by someone, and we came here Taking each other's hands, afraid of getting hurt again Somewhere deep down, we knew Breaking down the black dots within us Painting thickly with our own colors It will soon come back to life The colors, oh the colors, they reflect my hopes The shapes, oh the shapes, are what forms my world The trends and the stage, waiting in anticipation Hey, how about it? Rate my awful creation with a star My rotten hand, the color of a ditch, I noticed it In a world where even a perfect ten means nothing We forbade ourselves from speaking it aloud Playing house and pretending with our dolls, we laugh Somewhere deep down, we knew Breaking down our twisted hearts The festering wound that no one touches Will soon kill the heart The applause, oh the applause, it feeds my suspicion The praise, oh the praise, it fuels my jealousy Attention and respect, both within my grasp So, how about it? Rate the best version of me with a star Hey, look In reality, in reality, my world’s bleak creation Is the lowest, it's the lowest, of my heart It’s not drawn for anyone else's sake Laugh at the worst version of me, won't you?
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今更ながら歌詞どーぞ
僕らの特技は古い傷跡のなめあい
こそばゆく滲む生ぬるいだけのなれあい
僕らは誰かに傷付けられてここにきて
もう一度傷付くことを恐れながら
手を取ったんだ
どこかで 気が付きながら
黒いドットを 崩していく
自分の色をべったり塗りこんだ
それは やがて
息を吹き返す
色彩は 色彩は 僕の期待を
形状は 形状は 僕の世界を
流行も 舞台も 満を持して
ねえ どう？
最低な作品に 星をつけてよ
どぶの色腐る僕の手 気付いていたよ
最高の10に1の意味もないこの世界
僕らはそれを口にするのを禁じて
おにんぎょうごっこおままごとを続けて
笑ってる
どこかで気が付きながら
ねじれた心崩していく
誰も触れないぐっちゃり膿んだその
傷は やがて
心を殺すの
喝采は 喝采は 僕の疑心を
賞賛は 賞賛は 僕の嫉妬を
関心も尊敬もこの手には
さあ どう？
最高の僕に 星をつけてよ
ねえ ほら
実際は 実際は 僕の世界は
最低な 最低な 僕の心は
誰かの ために
描いてなんて ない
最低な僕を 笑ってよ ね
最近、不思議なリズムが頭の中にあった
一体それがなんの曲だったのかは覚えていない
誰の歌だったかも覚えていない
そしてしとおさんの曲をたくさん聞いていた
ある日 私はこの歌のサビを聞いて思い出した
「あ、これやん。｣
Middernacht Evelynさん＞ ありがとうございます！ 【kie.nu/2oHL】 こちらでustとオフボーカルをアップロードさせていただきました。よろしかったらお使いください。
シトちゃんの暗い目がｽｯｷ……です……好きですシトちゃん……
僕の嫉妬(僕の410)って聞こえる
なんだろう…この謎の中毒性は…
しとおさんを知るきっかけになった曲(≧∀≦)
クリエイターにこそ届けたい歌
サビが好きすぎて鳥肌が立つ
この声ホント好き
リズムすき(^^*)あと、言葉選び（？）がすごいしっくりくる感じ…！
I love your work! The music and the art are both beautiful!!
これはもっと伸びるべき…
そう思う人いるよね!?いなきゃお兄ちゃん泣いちゃうよ!?
伸びるべき！
ですよね！
これに限らず、しとおさんの曲は無限ループしてしまう…
@@有象無象のノコノコノン わかる
ということでもう一回再生
@@黄泉-b6h それな
伸びるべきではなく伸ばすべき
広めて広めてリピートしまくるぞー！
もう5年前なのか…
気のせいかな？
この曲…しとおさんの気持ちが強く表れているような感じがするな～（・‐・）
Attempt at (hopefully) improving my translation
Our special skill is licking each other's old wounds,
Engaging in a lukewarm kind of familiarity that seeps in
We were hurt by someone and found our way here,
Grasping each other's hands while fearing being hurt again
Somewhere deep down, we were aware
Of the chipping away black dots
We slathered our own colors over them
And in time, they began to breathe again
The colors! Oh, the colors! They reflect my expectations
The shapes! Oh, the shapes! They form my world
The trends and stages are set
So, how about it?
Rate this dreadful piece of work with a star
I noticed the rotting color of my hands from the gutter
In a world where a perfect ten holds no meaning
We forbid ourselves from speaking about it
Continuing to play house with our dolls
Laughing all the while
Somewhere deep down, we were aware
Of the dismantling of our twisted hearts
The festering wounds, untouched by anyone
Will eventually kill our hearts
The applause! Oh, the applause! It feeds my suspicion
The praise! Oh, the praise! It fuels my jealousy
Attention and respect, I hold them both in my hands
So, how about it?
Give a star to this perfect version of me
Hey, look
The truth is, well, the truth is, my world
Is the lowest, it's despicable. My heart
Was never painted for anyone else
So go ahead, laugh at this wretched version of me
これずっと探してたやつ
new ust and off-vocal link soon, maybe?
Someone can translate this song?
@Kame Sai Working on it
@Kame Sai Just gotta wait for them to be accepted
@Kame Sai Translation's up now
I gave it a try, sorry if it's not great.
Our special skill is licking each other's old wounds
This bond is just a lukewarm connection
We were hurt by someone, and we came here
Taking each other's hands, afraid of getting hurt again
Somewhere deep down, we knew
Breaking down the black dots within us
Painting thickly with our own colors
It will soon come back to life
The colors, oh the colors, they reflect my hopes
The shapes, oh the shapes, are what forms my world
The trends and the stage, waiting in anticipation
Hey, how about it?
Rate my awful creation with a star
My rotten hand, the color of a ditch, I noticed it
In a world where even a perfect ten means nothing
We forbade ourselves from speaking it aloud
Playing house and pretending with our dolls, we laugh
Somewhere deep down, we knew
Breaking down our twisted hearts
The festering wound that no one touches
Will soon kill the heart
The applause, oh the applause, it feeds my suspicion
The praise, oh the praise, it fuels my jealousy
Attention and respect, both within my grasp
So, how about it?
Rate the best version of me with a star
Hey, look
In reality, in reality, my world’s bleak creation
Is the lowest, it's the lowest, of my heart
It’s not drawn for anyone else's sake
Laugh at the worst version of me, won't you?
聴けば聴く程これは、そういう事なんだろうなと思ってしまい高評価を付けずにはいられませんね
日本語がおかしい