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クリスマス

小さな雪の粒も積み重なれば 景色を変えるのは不思議ですね
どうしようもない日も積み重なれば 年月となるのは残酷ですね
 
僕が真夜中の部屋で一人 今年の懺悔を始めた頃
遠い街の少女が 丁度眠りについた時
雪が降り出した
 
罪深い三百幾日に 白い雪の粒が舞い落ちて
それが年明けまで続けば この過ちも枯れてくれるかな
どこか遠くミサイルが飛んで 流星と見間違えた少女
願いを一つ唱えたところ 今日は美しいクリスマス
 
街のドブ川に冬の星座が 健気に光るから石を投げ入れた
水面に千切れて別れた双子座の 再会を待ってたらバイトに遅れたよ
 
イヤフォンの中でしゃべるFM 曲紹介で途切れた音の間に
ぶつかった男の舌打ち 地下鉄の風は故郷の
海風に似てる
 
罪深い三百幾日に 白い雪の粒が舞い落ちて
それに心がかじかむのなら 憎しみも凍ってくれるかな
どこか遠くミサイルが飛んで 流星と見間違えた少女
願いを二つ唱えたところ 今日は美しいクリスマス
 
汚れた僕が汚した世界 だからこそ嫌いになれないよ
相変わらずの世界だから 君には見せたくないんだけど
どうか 失望しないように
どうか 言ってくれないか それでも好きだと
 
罪深い十二月の朝に 白い雪の粒が舞い落ちて
それに優しさが埋もれたなら こんなに眩しいわけはないよ
どこか遠くミサイルが飛んで 流星と見間違えた少女
願いを三つ唱える前に 目を覚ましたら パパのプレゼント
 
さあ祈ろうぜ世界の為に 救いようない僕らの為に
見てみろよ酷い世界だろ 今日は美しいクリスマス
 
Übersetzung

Christmas

Isn't it fascinating how the tiniest snowflakes can pile up and change the landscape?
 
Isn't it terrible how our most helpless days can pile up to become months and years?
 
As I began to repent for this past year, alone in my room at midnight,
at the very same time that a girl in a distant town fell asleep, it began to snow.
 
Flakes of white snow drift down upon these three-hundred-odd sinful days,
and if the snow continues into the new year, I suppose my sins would wither away, too.
 
Somewhere far off, a missile flies, and the girl who mistook it for a shooting star
has just made her first wish: that today will be a beautiful Christmas.
 
The winter constellations shone so fervently in the street gutters that when I threw in a stone
and tore apart Gemini's reflection, I waited so long for them to reunite that I was late for work.
 
Right when the radio playing in my headphones paused the music to introduce the next song,
a man bumped into me and clicked his tongue. The wind in that subway tunnel
was just like the sea breeze back home.
 
Flakes of white snow drift down upon these three-hundred-odd sinful days,
and if they can make our hearts numb with cold, I suppose could freeze our hatred, too.
 
Somewhere far off, a missile flies, and the girl who mistook it for a shooting star
has just made her second wish: that today will be a beautiful Christmas.
 
I can't hate the world for being tainted, because I'm tainted, and I'm the one who tainted it.
 
The world is the same as it always is, so I don't want you to have to see it.
But please, don't be disappointed.
Please, won't you tell me,
that you love it all the same?
 
Flakes of white snow drift down upon this sinful December morning,
and if kindness were truly beneath them, there's no way it could be this bright.
 
Somewhere far off, a missile flies, and the girl who mistook it for a shooting star
woke up to the sight of presents from her father before she could make her third wish.
 
So let's pray for the world and for ourselves, irredeemable though we may be.
 
Take a look — the world's awful isn't it? But today will still be a beautiful Christmas.
 
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