[Letras] Haikara Naru Rinbo Kyoku

Hapones


ハイカラなる輪舞曲

ハイカラ、正装男子、真昼の路地を闊歩。
晴天霹靂、今日は舞踏会で踊って。
目覚めた時は昼で　首には酷い汗が。
夢から覚めても夜で　白昼夢に酔おう

この手に　残る　深い傷跡　何を成し、何を想って。
この目に　映る　凡ての物は
全部デタラメと、教えてあげよう。

創世、後世、この世の全てはまるで
作り話のような質感、設定ですね。
夢も愛も君も僕も全部
燃えて綺麗に灰になれば善いかもね。

ハイカラ、正装女子、夜中の路地を闊歩。
暗天霹靂、今日は舞踏会で踊って。

情景、光景、この世の全てはまるで
作り話のような質感、設定ですね。
誰も彼も君も僕も全部
知らず知らずに嵌り、踊った舞踏会


Romaji

Haikara Naru Rinbo Kyoku


haikara, seisou danshi, mahiru no roji wo kappo. seiten hekireki, kyou wa butoukai de odotte.
mezameta toki wa hiru de, kubi ni wa hidoi ase ga. yume kara samete mo yoru de hakuchuumu ni yoou

kono te ni utsuru (nokoru) fukai kizuato nani wo nashi, nani wo omotte.
kono me ni utsuru subete no mono wa zenbu detarame to, oshiete ageyou.

sousei, kousei, kono yo no subete wa maru de tsukuri banashi no you na shitsukan, settei desu ne.
yume mo ai mo kimi mo boku mo zenbu moete kirei ni hai ni nareba ii kamo ne.

haikara, seisou jyoshi, yonaka no roji wo kappo. anten hekireki, kyou wa butoukai de odotte.

joukei, koukei, kono yo no subete wa maru de tsukuri banashi no you ne shitsukan, settei desu ne.
dare mo kare mo kimi mo boku mo zenbu shirazu shirazu ni hamari, odotta butoukai


Ingles


Westernised Rondo

Westernized, well-dressed young man, swaggering along the lane at midday. A bolt out of the blue on from the clear sky, today he dances at the ball.
When awaking at noon, his head was sweating terribly. Awakening from the dream at night as well, he was intoxicated by the daydream

In this hand, the deep scars left behind, what do they become, what thoughts form?
In these eyes, because everything that is reflected in them is all absurdity, give me an explanation.

The creation, the future, everything in this world feels like a fabrication, pre-determined.
Even dreams, and love, and you, and me, everything would probably be better if it was beautifully burnt into ash.

Westernized, well-dressed young lady, swaggering along the lane at midnight. A bolt out of the blue from the dark sky, today she dances at the ball.

The scene, the sight, everything in this world feels like a fabrication, pre-determined.
Even anyone, and him, and you, and me, everyone is deceived unknowingly at the ball where we danced


Creditos: Akatsuki, AliceNine.org