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爆弾の作り方

干からびた栄光が 国道沿い 血も流さず潰れているぜ
欠陥だらけの僕らの 苦悩もこれまた無残な廃品
歌にしたって誰も聴かないし いまだに金にもならねぇし
今日も夕焼けの帰り道 くすぶってんのはどこのどいつだ
 
分からないものは分からないし
やりたくないことはやらないし
そう言ってら落伍者扱い 立派な社会不適合者
やり続けることの情熱も 今じゃ余計な不穏分子
純粋でいることの代償は つまり居場所が無いって事だ
 
行き場の無いイノセンス イノセンス 今に見てろって部屋にこもって
爆弾を一人作る 僕らの薄弱なアイデンティティー
ひび割れたイノセンス イノセンス こんなんじゃないって奮い立って
僕は戦う つまりそれが 僕等にとって唯一の免罪符
 
誰よりも優しい あの子が息を潜めて泣いています
街の噂で聞いたんだ これがきっとこの世で一番の不条理
街には危険がいっぱいだから 誰にも会わず自分を守る
僕等は常に武器を探してる それがナイフじゃないことを祈る
 
張り裂けた胸はくっつかない
セロハンテープでとめた心
またいつ剥がれるのかと 今日もびくびくしながら生きるぜ
間違ってしまった僕等の たった一つ正しい涙
潔白でいる事の代償は 誰かを傷つけるって事だ
 
行き場の無いイノセンス イノセンス 今に見てろって部屋にこもって
爆弾を一人作る 僕らの薄弱なアイデンティティー
ひび割れたイノセンス イノセンス こんなんじゃないって奮い立って
僕は戦う つまりそれが 僕等にとって唯一の免罪符
 
許されない僕等が 許されるための手段
傷つきやすい僕等が 身を守るための方法
僕は歌で 君はなにで?
僕は歌で 君はなにで?
 
行き場の無いイノセンス イノセンス もう泣かないでまた立ち上がって
底知れない君の武器で 打ち砕く虚無的なイデオロギー
ひび割れたイノセンス イノセンス 追いすがる不安振りきる為に
僕は歌う つまりそれが 僕の兵器でありアイデンティティー
 
Превод

How to Make a Bomb

Glory’s all dried and sprawled out on the highway, broken without a drop of blood to show for it.
Look at the miserable wretch. It’s just like the agony of this despicable body.
Put it in a song and no one wants to listen. Haven’t made a single dollar on it either.
The sunset paints the sky on the road home. By the side, a stranger covered in thick soot.
 
“If I don’t know someone, then I don’t care.”
“And I won’t do anything I can’t be bothered to.”
Such is the way they treat those they’ve cast out. What a splendid nonconformist you are.
The zeal inherent in all that one persists in becomes an element of social disharmony.
All that’s given in return for a genuine life: The truth that you have no place where you belong.
 
Nowhere to go. Innocence. Innocence. If you look at me now, you’ll find me in a locked room.
I’m making a bomb all by myself. A bomb that represents our own frailty.
Cracking at the seams. Innocence. Innocence. It’s not what you think. Come on, cheer up.
I’m just resisting. That is to say, this is the only indulgence left to us.
 
Once there was a girl, nicest in the world, crying with her breath caught in the back of her throat.
Heard about it through the town’s grapevine. No doubt that’s the most absurd thing about this world.
There are so many things to worry about here. Just have to ignore the others and keep yourself safe.
We’re always looking for something to defend ourselves, while praying that it doesn’t have to be a knife.
 
My chest bursts open, everything’s spilling out.
I fasten my heart in place with cellophane tape.
I wonder if it’ll ever come undone. That lone fear lodged deep within this heart, I keep on living.
To those of us who’ve been wrong so often, this is the one thing we’re right to cry over.
All that’s given in return for a spotless life: The truth that you will end up hurting another.
 
Nowhere to go. Innocence. Innocence. If you look at me now, you’ll find me in a locked room.
I’m making a bomb all by myself. A bomb that represents our own frailty.
Cracking at the seams. Innocence. Innocence. It’s not what you think. Come on, cheer up.
I’m just resisting. That is to say, this is the only indulgence left to us.
 
We, who cannot be forgiven, strive for a means to find forgiveness.
We, who are so easily injured, strive for a means to protect ourselves.
I will use my voice. What will you use?
I will use my voice. What will you use?
 
Nowhere to go. Innocence. Innocence. Stop your crying, it’s time to stand up again.
You, who can’t see the bottom, with your weapon, smash on through with your nihilism.
Cracking at the seams. Innocence. Innocence. Shake off the fear nipping at your heals.
For you I will sing. That is to say, a bomb that represents my own identity.
 
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