Megurine Luka - Interwiever | Текст песни

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• Megurine Luka
• Interwiever

"Kakegae no nai inochi dato
hayari no uta wa iu keredo
dareka ga boku to kawattete mo
dare mo komari wa shinai

kawari bae no nai hibi ni
karimono no bokura isu o sagashiteru
nanni mo nare wa shinai mama
shinzou wa tomatteku

kasabuta ni natta kizu o
hippari dashite mata kakimushitte
nijinde kita nidome no kotoba
kanashii uta ga kikitakute

suki na ongaku wa nandesuka?
suki na tabemono wa nandesuka?
kimi no suki na hito wa dare desuka?
betsu ni sore ga boku ja nakute ii kedo

dare mo wakariaenai dato ka
mimi o fusagi wameiteita
hontou wa uwabe dake da toshite mo
aisareteitakatta

nanni mo nare wa shinai nara
katachi dakede mo tsukurotte
nanika o nashi togeta furi o shite
zutto waratteimasu

tarinai mono wa nandarou na
nani wa naku tomo kore de ii ka
yuuutsu na gozen shichiji mae wa
aa mou sukoshi nemurasete

suki na eiga wa nandesuka?
suki na kotoba wa nandesuka?
ima aitai hito wa imasuka?
kitto sore wa boku ja naindarou kedo

nai nai mirai nado nai
shinai shinai kitai shinai
inai inai dare mo inai
boku no soba ni wa mou

warai warai waraiaitai
mitomete hoshii dake desu
are kore akirameteta
keshiki no mukougawa ga nijinde

suki na ongaku wa nandesuka?
suki na tabemono wa nandesuka?
kimi no suki na hito wa dare desuka?
kitto sore wa boku ja nainda" toka

jibun katte ni akiramete wa
hitori yogari de kizutsuiteta
toshi o totte yatto kizukimashita
nee mada
mada ma ni ai masuka

"Pop songs always tell us that
our lives are irreplaceable,
but even if someone were to take my place,
I'm sure no one would probably even notice.

Through the days that will never change for the better,
we, being mere borrowed items, are searching for a seat.
Forever unable to become anything at all,
my heart slowly comes to a stop.

Pulling on my scab,
I scratch my old wound into bleeding again,
and a second word bled out.
I want to listen to a sad song.

What kind of music do you like?
What kind of food do you like?
Who is the person you like?
Oh, it doesn't have to be me, by the way.

I covered my ears and cried:
'People will never be able to understand one another!'
The truth was, I wanted to be loved
even if the love was only on the outside.

Because I'll never be able to become anything,
I have put up a good front,
pretending that I have accomplished something
and smiling to myself.

I wonder what is still lacking.
Without anything, I guess this will have to do.
Before 7 o'clock in the depressing morning,
ah, let me sleep just a little longer.

What kind of movie do you like?
What kind of words do you like?
Is there someone you want to see right now?
Without a doubt, that person can't be me.

There is none. There is no future.
I do not. I do not hold any expectations.
There is none. There is no one.
Around me, there isn't anyone anymore.

I want to. I want to smile together with someone.
I merely want someone to notice and recognize me.
I have given up on anything and everything.
The other side of the scenery begins to blur.

What kind of music do you like?
What kind of food do you like?
Who is the person you like?
Without a doubt, that person can't be me."

Saying things like these, I gave up again and again,
and, while self-satisfied, let myself get hurt.
As I grew older, I at last came to my realization.
Say, do you suppose
it's still not too late for me?