lyrics & Mixed by Kyo Uraki [Verse 1] 成田発バンクーバー行き 君を乗せて飛び立ってゆき 空からは季節外れの雪 君はやっぱり信念を貫き 頭を覆ったパーカーのフード 既にしていたお別れのムード おおいかぶさる鉛色の雲 薄れていく魂の濃度 — English paraphrase — A flight from Narita, bound for Vancouver, taking off into the sky with you on board. Out the window, snow was falling out of season. As always, you stayed true to what you believed. I had my hoodie pulled up over my head. The mood already felt like a goodbye. Heavy gray clouds hung over everything, and my soul was slowly fading away. [Hook] ねえ見て変な人がいるよ よせよ照れるじゃねえかアミーゴ ふみにじられてきたアリンコ 今日も生きている社会のはじっこ Hey, look, there’s a weird guy over there. Come on, amigo, you’re making me blush. A little ant that’s been trampled on, still alive today at the edge of society. [Verse 2] 心機一転、働くバリバリ 気が変になるくらい落とされたカミナリ ウツになりながら取った資格 天下御免の国家資格 磨くことなくオンゲにはまる なしくずしの死のセリーヌも言う "働く"……なんて……まじで……うんこ… カジノドライヴこそが最高 そんな馬鹿にくだったか天罰 現れたのがでかいムカデ ぶっちゃけやべえ頼む還れ 地獄の蓋がまじでアンロック ノンノンノキノンヘブンズドア 助けに来てくれダンブルドア 実際、夜勤で噛まれた職員 アナフィラキシーで近付く死期 [Hook] I made a fresh start and worked my ass off. My bosses chewed me out so much I nearly lost my mind. Even while sinking into depression, I earned my qualification, an officially recognized national license. Without ever honing my skills, I got hooked on online games. Even Louis-Ferdinand Céline, author of Mort à crédit (Death on Credit), might say: “Working... is... seriously... shit...” Hitting the jackpot is the only way to go. Maybe this was divine punishment for becoming such an idiot. Then a huge centipede appeared. Seriously, this is bad. Please, just go back where you came from. The gates of hell are basically unlocked. Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door. Come save me, Dumbledore. One staff member really got bitten during the night shift, putting them at greater risk of anaphylactic shock. [Verse 3] 人手不足で一階のリーダー ふらふら魔界を飛ぶレッドアリーマー 仕事のあいま調べたムカデの生態 なんと屋内では繁殖しない ねえ凄くない？ ボクのお仕事 イケてるかんじ、夜のジゴロ さっそくかけあう美人の事務長 絶対現場にでてこない畜生 ふたことめには「でも理事長が」 二人でさまよってこい死の荒野 だがレジュメを作って示す効果 利用者死んでもそれでもノーか？ あなたはムカデに対してだけは 真面目にお仕事するのねなんて はいた唾のまんとけよブスが でもつぶらなひとみで(私が)ウフって笑う [Hook] Because we were short-staffed, I became the leader on the first floor, wandering around the facility like Firebrand, the Red Arremer from Ghosts 'n Goblins. In between tasks, I looked up how centipedes live, and found out they don't actually breed indoors. Hey, isn't my job amazing? Pretty slick, right? I could give a nighttime gigolo a run for his money. So I went straight to the beautiful office manager, that beast who never comes out onto the floor. Every other sentence was, “But the chairman...” If you love him that much, go wander together through the endless wasteland of death in Mamoru Hosoda's Scarlet. Still, I made a handout explaining why we needed to get rid of the centipedes. Would you still say no even if one of our residents died? The office manager said to me, “You only take your job seriously when it comes to centipedes.” I'll make you eat those words, you ugly bitch. But I just looked at her with my round little eyes and went, “Tee-hee.” [Verse 4] 忘れてた、施設長は天然 お湯をかければムカデなんていちころ びちびち跳ねてむしろお見事 ごめんやっぱ無理と囁く耳元 アングラのグラマー、蛇の道はへび PC片手に通販で購入 超強力なムカデ殺し その威力まるで竜の如し 白い粉末、まるで死の眼光 建物の周りあまさず囲う 苦し気にのたうちまわるムカデ 感じてしまった"もののあわれ" 君はなにもわるくないが あえてしないぜここでは謝罪 生存競争、いたしかたない 来世で合おうまたねバイバイ [Hook] *きっと彼女も、あの日、私をそのような目で見おろして、憐れんでいたに違いない。* I haven't mentioned her yet, but the facility director is a bit scatterbrained. “Just pour hot water on a centipede and it's done for,” she said proudly. But the centipede only thrashed around even harder. Honestly, impressive. “Sorry, I can't do this after all,” she whispered into my ear. That's underground grammar: “A snake knows a snake's path.” Laptop in hand, I went online and ordered an ultra-powerful centipede killer, with power like a dragon. The white powder had the cold glare of a killer. I laid it all along the base of the building. The centipedes writhed in pain, and I felt mono no aware, a quiet pity for a creature not so different from me. You haven't done anything wrong, but I'm not going to apologize here. It's a struggle for survival. It can't be helped. See you in the next life. Bye-bye. *That day, she must have looked down at me from above with the same pity.*
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