Hontou no uso and Zetsubou no oka translation
The Hontou no uso single has another version of "Abstruct My Life," but the lyrics are the same.
Hontou no uso (True lies)
My inner self will be stuffed away inside a glass bottle one day
And be buried with the kitten in the sun-bathed garden’s flowerbed
After the face reflected in the puddle was torn up
And grew soggy in the cold rain, it became only colors
Because I, with such a desire to cry, was looking at the red moon, my anxiety
Will always remain in the corner of my memory like a scab
Although it was so painfully beautiful, I felt like someone on that high Ferris wheel
Was laughing at the shadow I cast from within the light
The thin boy joked around when he wore his sheep costume
And clasped his hands together in order to pray to make his breath white
Because a transparent something separates that boy and the sky,
Most likely the wish won’t reach and so the amusement park becomes a little cold
Everything will turn to lies and everyone will disappear
My inner self will be stuffed away inside a glass bottle one day
And be buried with the kitten in the sun-bathed garden’s flowerbed
After the face reflected in the puddle was torn up
And grew soggy in the cold rain, it became only colors
When the ringing of the phantom bell turns the landscape hazy,
Everything will turn to lies and everyone will disappear
My inner self will be stuffed away inside a glass bottle one day
And be buried with the kitten in the sun-bathed garden’s flowerbed
After the face reflected in the puddle is torn up
And grows soggy in the cold rain, it will become only colors
The gentle silver-colored rain pours down on the neighborhood
I had been searching at the end of the street, and at last I found myself
On the back of the legless donkey, on the flowers, and on the chairs,
A fine rain pours down, and on me as well
Abstruct My Life
(see "Henge" from Strange Fruits)
The Zetsubou no oka single includes "'nukegara'" and an instrumental.
Zetsubou no oka (Desperate hill)
Stretching my hands so far toward such a strangely lonely blue sky,
I blend with the atmosphere, react, and don’t understand why my mind has dimmed
I can’t feel anyone at all and so I want to shake this deeply depressing dream
Tell me. Where does happiness seem like witchcraft? I’ll sleep again
And when I wake up, my wish will come true and I’ll grow accustomed to the absurdity; On the desperate hill, I’ll stand
Surely I’m there, aren’t I? I don’t know. I’m not certain, but I believed in its power
It’s not only wishful thinking because, look, the morning light is pouring down on me
I can’t feel anyone at all, the two of us sleeping
Always inside this deeply depressing dream (shaking)
By the time I realize it, you (shaking) would have already disappeared (shaking)
Tell me. Where does happiness seem like witchcraft? I’ll sleep again
And when I wake up, my wish will come true and I’ll grow accustomed to the absurdity; On the desperate hill
When I woke up, my wish came true and I laughed while I cried
On the desperate hill
On the desperate hill
On the desperate hill, I’ll stand
“nukegara” ("Empty shell")
We always deserted
Our summer day selves
Within our pale light wishes
The depression dissolved and we walked on
The thin branches creaked
Today the wind was horribly strong
And since nothing had changed,
I became afraid and looked down
I don’t like the high sky that much
And I don’t like the cicada screams or myself either
“If these aren’t your true feelings,
Then don’t do any of these things anymore
If these aren’t your true feelings,
Then don’t do any of these things anymore”
“If these aren’t your true feelings,
Then don’t do any of these things anymore
If these aren’t your true feelings,
Then don’t do any of these things anymore”
I wonder why we’re crying?
Since we were brighter,
Weren’t we?
Hontou no uso (True lies)
My inner self will be stuffed away inside a glass bottle one day
And be buried with the kitten in the sun-bathed garden’s flowerbed
After the face reflected in the puddle was torn up
And grew soggy in the cold rain, it became only colors
Because I, with such a desire to cry, was looking at the red moon, my anxiety
Will always remain in the corner of my memory like a scab
Although it was so painfully beautiful, I felt like someone on that high Ferris wheel
Was laughing at the shadow I cast from within the light
The thin boy joked around when he wore his sheep costume
And clasped his hands together in order to pray to make his breath white
Because a transparent something separates that boy and the sky,
Most likely the wish won’t reach and so the amusement park becomes a little cold
Everything will turn to lies and everyone will disappear
My inner self will be stuffed away inside a glass bottle one day
And be buried with the kitten in the sun-bathed garden’s flowerbed
After the face reflected in the puddle was torn up
And grew soggy in the cold rain, it became only colors
When the ringing of the phantom bell turns the landscape hazy,
Everything will turn to lies and everyone will disappear
My inner self will be stuffed away inside a glass bottle one day
And be buried with the kitten in the sun-bathed garden’s flowerbed
After the face reflected in the puddle is torn up
And grows soggy in the cold rain, it will become only colors
The gentle silver-colored rain pours down on the neighborhood
I had been searching at the end of the street, and at last I found myself
On the back of the legless donkey, on the flowers, and on the chairs,
A fine rain pours down, and on me as well
Abstruct My Life
(see "Henge" from Strange Fruits)
The Zetsubou no oka single includes "'nukegara'" and an instrumental.
Zetsubou no oka (Desperate hill)
Stretching my hands so far toward such a strangely lonely blue sky,
I blend with the atmosphere, react, and don’t understand why my mind has dimmed
I can’t feel anyone at all and so I want to shake this deeply depressing dream
Tell me. Where does happiness seem like witchcraft? I’ll sleep again
And when I wake up, my wish will come true and I’ll grow accustomed to the absurdity; On the desperate hill, I’ll stand
Surely I’m there, aren’t I? I don’t know. I’m not certain, but I believed in its power
It’s not only wishful thinking because, look, the morning light is pouring down on me
I can’t feel anyone at all, the two of us sleeping
Always inside this deeply depressing dream (shaking)
By the time I realize it, you (shaking) would have already disappeared (shaking)
Tell me. Where does happiness seem like witchcraft? I’ll sleep again
And when I wake up, my wish will come true and I’ll grow accustomed to the absurdity; On the desperate hill
When I woke up, my wish came true and I laughed while I cried
On the desperate hill
On the desperate hill
On the desperate hill, I’ll stand
“nukegara” ("Empty shell")
We always deserted
Our summer day selves
Within our pale light wishes
The depression dissolved and we walked on
The thin branches creaked
Today the wind was horribly strong
And since nothing had changed,
I became afraid and looked down
I don’t like the high sky that much
And I don’t like the cicada screams or myself either
“If these aren’t your true feelings,
Then don’t do any of these things anymore
If these aren’t your true feelings,
Then don’t do any of these things anymore”
“If these aren’t your true feelings,
Then don’t do any of these things anymore
If these aren’t your true feelings,
Then don’t do any of these things anymore”
I wonder why we’re crying?
Since we were brighter,
Weren’t we?