Nandaka dou demo yoku natte gozenchuu SABOtte shimatta Miesuita iiwake o shitara yokei meitte kita Kinou no yoru kanojo ga tabeteta POTATO CHIPPUSU no fukuro TEREBI o mi nagara nomundeta BIIRU mo sono mama TEEBURU ni...
Saenai hibi dato wa omou ironna koto kangaecha iro kedo
[Denwa kurai yokose] to kazoku wa iu Hanaseru koto wa betsu ni nanimonai kedo [Tsumaranai] to yoku kanojo wa iu Mou sugu shougo soro soro ikanakucha
DOA o akeru to tsumetai kuuki ga GIYUtto mimi o tsukanda NOBU ni te o kaketa mama boku wa iki o suikonde miru Sorechigatta yasekoketa inu ga boku no hou o mite NYAtto waratta Shiroi iki ga wazatorashii kurai ichi ichi karami tsuku
Shuumatsu ni nareba mou sukoshi ironna koto MASHI ni naru kana
[Aishiteiru no?] to kanojo wa iu Itsumo umaku henji wa dekinai [SHIKEta kaosuruna] to tomodachi wa iu TAMEiki wa mou ii soro soro ikanakucha
[Otona ni nare yo] to daremo ga iu Boku ni shika mienai YUME wa mou ii [GOMEN] to kuchi guse no youni boku wa iu Iiwake wa ii soro soro ikanakucha
Перевод:) Somehow or the other I just stopped caring And skipped out on this morning By making an obvious excuse, I just became more depressed. The bag of potato chips she ate And the beer we drank as we watched the TV Just left on the table from last night…
These days are gloomy I thought but it made me think about a lot of things
My family says, “At least call us” but there’s nothing to talk about She often says, “It’s boring” It’s almost noon, I really have to go
Opening the door, the cold air Firmly grasps at my ears With my hand still on the knob, I try holding my breath A haggard dog strolls past It looks at me and laughs with a smirk My white breath, as if on purpose, little by little coils around me
When the weekend comes I wonder if things will be a little better
Every time she asks, “Do you love me?” I’m always unable to answer clearly A friend says, “Cut out that long face” Enough with the sighs, I really have to go
Everyone says, “Grow up” Forget about the dreams that even I can’t see for myself It’s as if I’ve gotten the habit of saying, “Sorry” Enough with the excuses, I really have to go