Description
The music of this track is like a strange kaleidoscope, mixing all the colors of reality with a touch of fantasy. Here, everyday work and questions of existence, hope and disappointment intertwine in a single breath. It's like standing in the rain, your head full of vague thoughts, trying to figure out what real life is and what to do with it. Echoes of youthful courage ring through the rhythms, and the echoes of adult reflections through the words. Everything looks a little chaotic, but there is a strange comfort in this chaos. Your head is filled with electronic music, and your heart is on a constant search for meaning. This is not just a song, it is a challenge to yourself: don't waste time worrying, keep moving forward.
Lyrics and translation
Original
恵の雨をつにめな金彼がめる
我らそれでもつばれない悪我様せべ
誰か笑りに笑われるはなれな我なる
せめから並ばれてるからわれてるなめは
それ出てるパられて生命きたくなる
間が見てる皆したお
までにが惜しいからのにさらす本身本命で
過ごす夜工場の中したくない労働本名を
捨てる夜本を歌うためのある人との神に
聞いた何がリアルカトの代わりにカこ
小さなかこ島から飛び出すどこまで届くか
横で溶けるの羽元と求む斧の欲や棒に殺さ
れた高めや亀型で恵の雨を待つ間にめなる
彼らが崇める神が見
てたよで痛めためから流れた涙を
貯めて満たされた水いつからかからの川な
体をかいから丸カに腹がうかのよう
ように分からなくなるより俺も前も
どこから来てどこに溺れてくか
前ら書いた歌みも切りもない奴に
さらした悲しみも世の仲間に
温かい絶望より経過ランド下
滅亡か助きる一度どうしようもない
日々の服でよか見閉めてキルし
バロリストに出す人生嘘とかつけねえ
武器用ゼね人に
4年生やねイエレイ
殺すところは南端こケムしても
心の中確かにまた張りつく痛みに
も消えてくれ人に
なりたいのに腹み作りを
手達の記憶の多く
前顔出しのやられたシも
たくさん笑わせてくれた分で
返したい10代の俺うるさい音
で数倍の声を活けした
青春に10代の俺
数万の1000円逃げる飯の目
助けてくれないから奪ろだけ
家庭に過ぎたバステナ
これいつまでた軽くだ彼がされほどされた
あの自動的な日々らも勝て呪わせるな
ま抜けただけ集め切り消した楽園このままなら食
がしたいなら選ばない道俺を
俺のせのまま生まれこばるパレートする
パレットレモンの花も裏われウェポンは選ぶ
とにかくやべえもん自分はエレクトリカルパレード
楽しそうか何が楽しそうかたださを神たの
消化回して単語紹介する一旦越し
妖怪するもじわに入える七し草も足跡
後に帰る神頼みかペンとしても大切な
でも気の遊びじゃねえ
何か正解コーチング大衆は有識者に任せ
ガンガンこっち来る丸で信者がセガむ観光
世界観構築偽物炙れば状態変化でホト運動
元の姿取り戻したそれはほとんど元の
リアルがシリアルからパラルリナルが身に
なるから学べるリアルが知りるからパラル
リナルが身になるから学べる終わらな所梅
のあの該所梅のでもサコロはゾロめ今の俺
しかない言葉と怖い相手ちくて負けて俺軸
を軸に対し
English translation
The rain of blessing is now on that gold he loves
Even so, we are not betrayed, evil Buddha-like
Someone laughs, laughed at, separated, become
From blame, lined up, broken down, what is it?
That's coming out, being paraded, wanting to live
The space is watching, everyone did it
I begrudge dying, so I expose myself, my true calling
Spending nights inside the factory, I don't want to work, my real name
A night to throw away my real name, for the sake of singing books, to a certain person's god
I asked, what is real? Instead of Kato, what is it?
From a small island, I jump out, how far will it reach?
Next to me, melting wings, seeking the origin, an ax's desire or killed by a stick
Raising the price, a turtle type, while waiting for the rain of blessing, those eyes become
The god they worship was watching
It hurt, tears flowed from the blame
Storing and filling the water, since when has it been a river of bodies
The body is itchy, round like a circle, the stomach is like a volcano
Like a volcano, I don't know anymore, neither me nor before
Where did I come from, where am I drowning?
The songs I wrote before, an endless mountain of worthless things
The sadness I exposed, to the companions of the world
Warmer than despair, a wasteland below
Destruction or saving, once I can't help it
Wearing everyday clothes, close my eyes and kill
Releasing to the ballot list, a life I can't lie about
Weapons for the needy
A senior, yeah, Yie Lei
Killing the place, the southernmost point, even if I cover it with scum
In my heart, surely the pain sticks again
I want to disappear, I want to become human, but I keep making mistakes
Many of the memories of my hands
The faces of the ones who were defeated
I want to repay them with the amount they made me laugh, my noisy teens
I shouted out several times the voices
To the youth of my teens
Tens of thousands of yen fleeing, eyes on the food
Since no one helps me, I just steal
A passing Basteena in my home
How long will this last, he was lightly treated, he was treated so much
Those automatic days, I can't win, don't curse
If I just collect the escapees, erase the paradise, if it stays like this, if I want to eat
I won't choose that path, me
Let me be born as I am, I'll parade
Palette, lemon flowers are also inside out, I choose a weapon
Anyway, something terrible, I'm an electrical parade
Does it look fun? What looks fun? I just ask God for a sense of justice
Digesting and introducing words, once over
The monsters do, gradually enter, seven herbs and footprints
Returning later, relying on God or a pen is also important
But it's not just a game
Something is right, coaching, leave the public to the experts
Banging, banging, coming this way, like believers swarming to tourism
Worldview construction, if you expose a fake, it changes its state, a hot movement
Returning to the original form, that's mostly the original
Real becomes serial, paralingual becomes part of me
Because I can learn from real, because I know, paralingual becomes part of me, because I can learn, a never-ending place, plum
Even in that relevant plum grove, the numbers line up, the current me
Words that only I have and a scary opponent, if I lose, I'll put my axis against the axis