honyakuki
Translation Machine

I want to [bad word] your translation machine,
And fly around the world.
Splitting the tall sky with a hatchet,
With my heart trembling in its box.

Curtains sway,
As light dances.

I’ll raise up your nobility;
I want to see them feeling shamed.
We have friends no matter where we go,
Though no one really knows us.

From amongst that crowd,
Someone is singing a song,
Known to the village you were born in.
Silence reveals heavy breaths,
From the other side of the phone.

Stories you hear all the time in this world,
Lack breath, like stuffed creatures.
Using that machine you used to love,
I tried to breathe life into them, but…

…no one will even lend me an ear.

From amongst that crowd,
Someone is singing a song,
Known to the village you grew up in;
It’s already present in this place.

Where did you go,
Leaving only words?
Where did you disappear to,
Disturbing only the wind?
Where did you go?

From amongst that crowd,
You lose the city you were born in.
Someone sings a song,
And silence reveals heavy breaths.
From amongst that crowd,
I’m singing a song,
Known to the village you were born in.
And when I peer through these binoculars,
You’re standing right there.

Within the airplane I’m flying,
The seat you’re reclining in is first class.
My [bad word] from the happy times we had,
Fighting against the sad times.
But there’s no end to the sadness,
And that fact there’s no end is sad in itself.
I want to [bad word] your translation machine,
And fly around the world.
I’m so sad… I’m so sad… I’m so sad…
But every once in a while, happy.