Satsuki - オブソミート versuri traducere în engleză

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Obsolete Meat

At a certain dish, from that point on,
Suddenly, just by being carried, three stars.
Then, with an inappropriate store set up,
I didn't know what I was doing, and sank.
 

Honestly, things like etiquette,
Table manners,
I didn’t understand any of it.
Moreover, with my own assumptions,
A public image is being formed,
Little by little.
 

Ah! It’s just that,
Only the buzz is ahead of everything else,
Without properly chewing, just swallowing.
Actually, as long as you’re focused on appearances,
The taste doesn’t seem to matter at all.
It’s like that, it seems.
 

The menu I desperately created,
If it's not conveyed, is it meaningless?
Meanwhile, on review sites filled with mockery,
Rumors and falsehoods spread, and it's so frustrating!
 

One after another, new foods appear,
There's no way to keep up if you eat everything
After taking one bite, the rest,
Just play around however you want.
 

The silenced voices vanish without a trace,
Only to become chains on the waiter.
Any strong feelings,
They're no more than dust.
 

To the gods of picky eating,
I offer the same taste again as their slave.
'If you're satisfied,
My feelings don't matter!'
 

Every time a new meal is served,
Nostalgia rises from somewhere,
It’s like the same move every year.
At this rate, my stomach's full.
 

Now, subjectivity and objectivity,
Are all mixed up.
Is it a bowl of junk salad?
Or perhaps, a confirmation bias
That contradicts the facts?
 

So, for example,
A few years from now, the spotlight's leading role
Might be replaced.
At that time, will you still
Stay by my side?
 

In the extension of trends coming and going,
We, who will rot away, exist.
Not even past the expiration date,
Quickly discarded,
'Next order...'
 

The premise, the public secret,
Declared joyfully, how many times now?
Now that this has happened, there's nothing to be done.
Eat the cold leftovers.
 

The ambition for fame aimed at the successor,
Is too greedy, just spinning its wheels?
The pride I still hold,
I won’t throw it away.
 

With the saturated supply,
Even the cycle gets faster,
I won’t care about public opinion,
Let’s do whatever we want.
 

If you keep eating fake stuff,
Eventually, you'll get tired of the same taste.
Soon enough, even this place will be gone,
So, after you’ve eaten as you please,
Put your hands together and say, 'Thank you for the meal.'
 




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