"Kijou, Tsuzuru, Shisou (机上、綴る、思想)" lyrics
[Romanized:]
Doshaburi no naka, enogu de egaita you na
Dorodoro no shinjou
Yogorechimattemo junjou
Toshabutsu no ato, nokoru doyou no souchou
Sonna you na shinkyou de tsukuridasu hibi de aru
Soredemo mada, soredemo mada haitsukubatte
Mou afureru hi ga senmei
Soredemo mata, soredemo mata aishite shimaisou
Koboreru meedee
Nigitta fude no saki
Kasureta moji de tsudzuru shi kanjou
Umi no itami to kimi no ubugoe wa
Doko e yukou tomo kie wa shinai you da
Sore wa kurushimi, sore wa yorokobi
Soshite kokoro ni wa o kake no eto hanasu
Soredemo mada, soredemo mada haitsukubatte
Mou afureru hi ga senmei
Soredemo mata, soredemo mata aishiteshimau darou
Koboreru meedee
Nigitta fude no saki
Kasureta moji de tsudzuru shisou
Owari nado nai hibi me
Kijou katahiji tsuite yoru mo asa mo nai
[Japanese:]
土砂降りの中、絵の具で描いたような
ドロドロの心情
汚れちまっても純情
吐瀉物の跡、残る土曜の早朝
そんなような心境で創り出す日々である
それでもまだ、それでもまだ這いつくばって
もう溢れる陽が鮮明
それでもまた、それでもまた愛してしまいそう
零れるメーデー
握った筆の先
かすれた文字で綴る 詩 感情
生みの痛みと君の産声は
どこへゆこうとも消えはしないようだ
それは苦しみ、それは喜び
そして心に輪をかけ野へと放す
それでもまだ、それでもまだ這いつくばって
もう溢れる陽が鮮明
それでもまた、それでもまた愛してしまうだろう
零れるメーデー
握った筆の先
かすれた文字で綴る 思想
終わりなどない日々め
机上 片肘ついて夜も朝もない
[English translation:]
Amid pouring rain, as if drawn out with brush and paints
Are muddy sentiments
They remain pure, even when dirtied
The stains from when I was spewing out of both ends, and what's left of early Saturday morning
These days, I've been creating with this kind of mindset
But still, but still, although I'm on hands and knees still
This overflowing sunlight remains vivid and clear
But again, but again, I feel like I'll up and fall in love again
A mayday, spilling out
The tip of a clenched brush
Blurred letters composing a verse, an emotion
The pain of coming into this world, and your first cries
No matter where I go, it doesn't look like they'll fade
That's suffering, that's joy
I place a collar on my heart, and release it into the wild
But still, but still, although I'm on hands and knees still
This overflowing sunlight remains vivid and clear
But again, but again, I'll up and fall in love again, right?
A mayday, spilling out
The tip of a clenched brush
Blurred letters composing a verse, an idea
These days that just won't end
Theorizing with one elbow on the desk, there are no nights, no mornings
Doshaburi no naka, enogu de egaita you na
Dorodoro no shinjou
Yogorechimattemo junjou
Toshabutsu no ato, nokoru doyou no souchou
Sonna you na shinkyou de tsukuridasu hibi de aru
Soredemo mada, soredemo mada haitsukubatte
Mou afureru hi ga senmei
Soredemo mata, soredemo mata aishite shimaisou
Koboreru meedee
Nigitta fude no saki
Kasureta moji de tsudzuru shi kanjou
Umi no itami to kimi no ubugoe wa
Doko e yukou tomo kie wa shinai you da
Sore wa kurushimi, sore wa yorokobi
Soshite kokoro ni wa o kake no eto hanasu
Soredemo mada, soredemo mada haitsukubatte
Mou afureru hi ga senmei
Soredemo mata, soredemo mata aishiteshimau darou
Koboreru meedee
Nigitta fude no saki
Kasureta moji de tsudzuru shisou
Owari nado nai hibi me
Kijou katahiji tsuite yoru mo asa mo nai
[Japanese:]
土砂降りの中、絵の具で描いたような
ドロドロの心情
汚れちまっても純情
吐瀉物の跡、残る土曜の早朝
そんなような心境で創り出す日々である
それでもまだ、それでもまだ這いつくばって
もう溢れる陽が鮮明
それでもまた、それでもまた愛してしまいそう
零れるメーデー
握った筆の先
かすれた文字で綴る 詩 感情
生みの痛みと君の産声は
どこへゆこうとも消えはしないようだ
それは苦しみ、それは喜び
そして心に輪をかけ野へと放す
それでもまだ、それでもまだ這いつくばって
もう溢れる陽が鮮明
それでもまた、それでもまた愛してしまうだろう
零れるメーデー
握った筆の先
かすれた文字で綴る 思想
終わりなどない日々め
机上 片肘ついて夜も朝もない
[English translation:]
Amid pouring rain, as if drawn out with brush and paints
Are muddy sentiments
They remain pure, even when dirtied
The stains from when I was spewing out of both ends, and what's left of early Saturday morning
These days, I've been creating with this kind of mindset
But still, but still, although I'm on hands and knees still
This overflowing sunlight remains vivid and clear
But again, but again, I feel like I'll up and fall in love again
A mayday, spilling out
The tip of a clenched brush
Blurred letters composing a verse, an emotion
The pain of coming into this world, and your first cries
No matter where I go, it doesn't look like they'll fade
That's suffering, that's joy
I place a collar on my heart, and release it into the wild
But still, but still, although I'm on hands and knees still
This overflowing sunlight remains vivid and clear
But again, but again, I'll up and fall in love again, right?
A mayday, spilling out
The tip of a clenched brush
Blurred letters composing a verse, an idea
These days that just won't end
Theorizing with one elbow on the desk, there are no nights, no mornings
