Kanzaki Iori - versuri traducere în engleză

English

Man Lacking Skill

I didn't want to die, so I was writing a story.
Though unfit for the era, I used a pen.
It was pretentious of me.
I played out the story till my spirit drifted far.
It truly was enjoyable becoming an adult.

I didn't want to die, so I was writing a story.
What sort of conclusion would you have wished for?
Would this development elicit a laugh from you,
or bring you to tears,
or would you get angry?

I was writing the imaginary, immaterial you.
These unattainable tactile sensations are beautiful.
They're all fiction, aren't they?
Even so, I wrote
and didn't reach an ending.

Is this how it ends?
Can I truly say I finished writing it?
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, writing
because I don't want to die.
In this room that's good as garbage,
I'm giving life to words.
Yes, I'm a man lacking skill.
And I don't want to die, I don't want to die,
I don't want to die, I don't want to die,
I don't want to die.

I wanted to understand humanity,
so I was writing a story.
Because the me who can't speak righteous words
isn't human.
By putting all the words I wanted to say into writing,
a story was born.
Nobody ever read it, but it was somehow very fun.

I wanted to laugh like a human being,
so I was writing a story.
The flesh on my cheeks had long been worn thin.
Each time I was examined, I grew glad,
because I'm terribly unsightly, aren't it?
Each time I felt the desire to be esteemed,
I brought myself shame.

I hadn't met them in a while, so I wrote some trash -
about my old friends, teachers, my family.
Even the you I used to love back then.
Just doing so lent me a sense of superiority.

For the sake of burying the whole of my life,
for the sake of burying the whole of my solitude,
morning, daytime, nighttime, days - I wrote them
to the brink of collapsing.
But nothing
can satisfy me!
Yes, I'm greedy, aren't I?
I want to give life, I want to give life,
I want to give life, I want to give life,
I want to give life.

Music. Romance.
I travelled to the movies.
The things that became material for narrative
I endlessly received.
After throwing up, I again consume.
Consume, shed tears, throw up, shed tears.
I somewhat seem human now.

For the sake of scorching the whole of my life,
earnestly setting the pen into motion.
For years, for decades, for a lifetime, that was all.
Even though this thing is as useful as crap,
and I know that,
I know that -

I can't let it end this way.
I can't say I finished writing it.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, writing
because I don't want to die.
In this room that's good as garbage,
writing while weeping my eyes out.
Yes, I'm a man lacking skill.
And I don't want to die, I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die, I don't want to die,
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die, I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die, I don't want to die!

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