Mosh with your blood-stained lollipops in your hands.
Tonight This is Halloween
“Have yourself Creepy Halloween!”
Mosh with your blood-stained lollipops in your hands.
I’m scared (I’m scared)
to You! (to You!)
This party is very filthy!
It’s fun? (fuck yeah!)
Of course ( Fuck yeah!)
I’ll forget everything
“Those who fell and cried for the DAC Apple Game**
are the ones who lose!”
——Cutting line——
I want to embrace each and everyone of your lamentations
and forget just tonight.
So let’s dance, you and me,
until this night the dream will vanish into daybreak.
And if you put on your scraped dress there
it will start one more time from the beginning…
——Cutting Line—–
“Have yourself Creepy Halloween”
Let’s dance together with this orange darkness!
What you hid under your mask is your heart.
The pumpkin laughs and the hermit laughs too,
everyone is alone.
Tonight This is Halloween
“Have yourself Creepy Halloween!”
Mosh with your blood-stained lollipops in your hands.
Tonight This is Halloween
“Have yourself Creepy Halloween!”
Mosh with your blood-stained lollipops in your hands.
Notes and Other
Words in Italic are in English in the original lyrics.
*= it’s a pun with “tag” since in Japanese it literally translates “pretend to be demons”, but since it’s zombies who play it became “pretend to be zombies”…I preferred to translate it as “zombie-tag” though…
**= Really no idea of what they are talking of here, I translated literally but it doesn’t make sense to me: if you have any suggestions please tell me.
Overall, it’s the classic Halloween theme, Dadaroma just added their own style and twist making another song against society.
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this scratching sound is impossible to hear, right?
In the laughs overflowing the city
this tin sound is vanishing.
To strong people like you
this collapsing sound is impossible to hear, right?
In your own laughs
this tin* sound is vanishing.
To strong people like you
this crumbling sound is impossible to hear, right?
In the laughs overflowing the city
this tin* sound is vanishing.
1st person: “Party”
2nd person: “Suicide”
3rd person: “Party”
4th person: “Suicide”
5th person: “Let’s be friends!”
Ah…
Someone pointed there.
Someone pointed here.
Many people guessed right
and decided God.
You can’t hear it, right?
You can’t hear it, right?
You can’t hear it, right?
You can’t hear it, right?
So…
1st person: “Party”
2nd person: “Suicide”
3rd person: “Party”
4th person: “Suicide”
5th person: “Let’s be friends!”
Uh…
If you wait for the morning the stars will vanish
and if you wait for the night the sun will sink
and if rain doesn’t fall flowers wither
and if that child laughs
you cry
you cry
you cry
You can’t sing the waltz
you cry
you cry
you cry
Notes and Other
*= In the lyrics it’s written as “tin sound” but Yoshiatsu sings it as “my sound”.
A song criticizing society: the message is that all people who think that are so strong cannot hear or understand the desperation and the message of Dadaroma’s song.
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that guy is inside his dreams even during the day.
Without permission, the sun rays
break in,
I go back home from the club.
Inside my hears,
it ties and resounds.
From the ring of the phone,
a complete change, progress.
The notification sound
is from your name.
Round and round,
let’s ride on the mirror ball,
and even if it’s just a meteor,
why don’t we set off for a trip?
You said that
in the place we saw that time
there was something.
And we dance
in the moment before death
of this twinkle twinkling star.
If we confess*
I’ll take you
to a even lighter place.
Round and round,
let’s ride on the mirror ball,
and even if it’s just a meteor,
why don’t we set off for a trip?
You said that
in the place we saw that time
there was something.
And we dance
in the moment before death
of this twinkle twinkling star.
If we confess*
I’ll take you
to a even lighter place.
Even if it’s just a meteor, why don’t we set off for a trip?
Notes and Other
*= the verb may mean “to confess” as well as “make something lighter”: it’s a simple pun.
**= it’s an onomatopoeic words which has many meaning, like “clapping with a nice sound” and “constantly blinking” or it can be the sound of something hot bursting open.
I love the flow of the song and the way the lyrics have been written: it’s a simple song unveiling the emotions of the girl by painting them with small traits, little by little.
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I don’t like it I don’t like it I don’t like it I don’t like it
I’m the human personification of a terrible thing like
giving up in the middle of self-satisfaction.
Even if I plan to live my whole life as a pet dog,
I arouse my blood by being covered in hurts.
It’s fine now?* (HATE)
Not yet* (HATE)
It’s fine now?*
Persist on your loving
I haven’t shown it to anyone (HATE)
It’s fine now?
Now, now it’s fine, right?
A mandatory LET’S GO
I like it I don’t like it
I hate it I like it
I like it I don’t like it
I like it I don’t like it
I hate it I like it
I don’t like it I don’t like it I don’t like it
I love it
I don’t like myself, I can’t love.
I don’t like my voice and my face too, I hate it.
Even today I’ll pretend to laugh, I can’t love.
My past is my dead future, I hate it.
Whose fault is it?
It’s not my fault.
We all masturbate, we’ll never give birth to anything.
What a waste, it’s like a monkey show in which we have secret love affairs.
Desperation is just fine.
If you throw away your self, you’ll awake.
It’s fine now?* (HATE)
Not yet* (HATE)
It’s fine now?*
Persist on your loving
I haven’t shown it to anyone (HATE)
It’s fine now?
Now, now it’s fine, right?
Rise again LET’S GO
I like it I don’t like it
I hate it I like it
I like it I don’t like it
I like it I don’t like it
I hate it I like it
I don’t like it I don’t like it I don’t like it
I love it
I don’t like you, I can’t love.
I don’t like even dad and mum, I hate them.
I would like to see all of you hurt, I can’t love.
We are just living machines, I hate us all.
Whose fault is it?
It’s not my bad.
I like it I don’t like it
I hate it I like it
I like it I don’t like it
I like it I don’t like it
I hate it I like it
I don’t like it I don’t like it I don’t like it
I love it
Don’t look at your own mirror
and come back to life.
If you look at what’s beyond, you will resuscitate,
that’s place of your future experiences.
That’s it, but even so
the step I made
after the self confidence is COOL
but both pain and depression continues
ON MY MIND
Double check
your initial beliefs, one more time
remember them.
Your annoying days,
turn them upside down.
It is so annoying
it becomes strong.
Your inside which tries to stay calm
by looking left right, by looking down,
can’t reach anybody.
The only thing that can reach
is you.
Create a short-cut
to reality,
to the whole universe, to the whole world.
Become matchless LET’S GO
Confess,
show what you depend on,
change everything,
tear off the veil,
and once it’s all torn apart
unveil what’s inside.
You lost sight of
how much time has passed.
The treasure,
where has it gone?
It beat
and opened.
Remember
the urge of the beginnings,
the green spring,
how everything started,
that is the true
marrow of reality.
We are all the same
Corrupted We fight each other
Your life
Everyone’s life
let’s turn it into a one chance gamble.
Notes and Other
*= words used by the person counting in the Japanese version of hide-and-seek, it gives that “playful” vibe to the song.
A song about being human: we all like something, we all dislike something, we all fear something, we all suffer, our life are nothing but one shot gambles.
Unfortunately it’s impossible to reproduce in the translation how the song plays in the original (lyric-wise I mean) but I tried my best.
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in the night of the Dakota*, the imitators play tag.
My mind is dead,but my tear is not dead. Why is it?
I melted into the night, what if it was just a dream…
This philosophy of laughing,
will you teach me such an impossible thing to me?
Look behind this picture story show, don’t be alone
and close your eyes in your lukewarm coffee time.
As soon as the sun falls down everyone becomes gentle
and pretend not to see.
My mind is dead,but my tear is not dead. Why is it?
I melted into the night, what if it was just a dream…
This philosophy of laughing,
will you teach me such an impossible thing to me?
It’s already too late, it won’t come back, my shivering heart
melted into this meaningless scotch whisky.
John Lennon**is dead
John Lennon**is dead
John Lennon**is dead
John Lennon**is dead
I melted into the night, what if it was just a dream…
I get embraced by Alan***,
inside the cities there are just lies.
Behind the picture story show there is nothing?
If only the me of that time could come back…
I melted into the night, what if it was just a dream…
This philosophy of laughing,
I get used to the things impossible to me.
It’s already too late, it won’t come back, but if I could wish of something,
please embrace me…
Notes and Other
Words in italic are in English in the original lyrics.
*=The “Dakota” is the last hotel in which John Lennon slept with Yoko Ono before he died.
**=Yep, it’s truly the John Lennon we all know.
***=I’m not sure who this Alan is supposed to be: there are too many Alan who worked together with the Beatles.
We all know the words “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one” written by John Lennon and I think Yoshiatsu took inspiration from such words to write a song about not being able to dream about a future, but just wishing to dream in order to forget.
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Since I saw you liked the final version of this song, I thought I could translate even the demo version composed by Ryo: the vibes are the same, but the words are a bit different. Hope you like it.
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Dou nigetemo Doko e nigetemo sekai wa mada owaranai nara kurue sawage
BOOM BOOM BOOMBANG BANG BANG
Mandee Otonashiku basu o machi Chuusdee
hayari no shareta ranchitaimu
Wensudee sutanpu dake no kaiwa THURSDAYFRIDAYSATURDAY…
IT’S MY TRUE LIFE?
Ku Ku Ku Kurikaeshi no hibi no ura hisoka ni okiteru kaigenjou
Asenshon Andeddo UFO Jikken Kan no naka mesameta aitsu
YEAH OH YEAH Shinde zonbi ni naru yori yappa
vanpaia de chi o suitai ze
Panikku panikku! Tunaito Panikku panikku! Tunaito
Rantan ni hi o tomoshite
youkai mo goosuto mo mazariatte GO WOW
Panikku panikku! Tunaito Panikku panikku! Tunaito
Wooking deddo minna isshou
kachiken mo tsumaran mie shuumatsu de imi wa nai kara kurue sawage ya
BOOM BOOM BOOMBANG BANG BANG
Maikai jichou shite nanimo iwanai chuu ka kokoro no yami sono sei jan
Uete ai yori hito no fukou sagasu furaidee nante yamiyami na LIFE
Bo Bo Bo Bouinboshoku no hate itsudemo kusuri o mochi aruku
Bitamin Mineraru Sapuri ga daisuki kashoku na kenkoshokuin desu
YEAH OH YEAH Gaman de saigo no rappa o kiku nara
yappari purin ga tabetai ze
Panikku panikku! Tunaito Panikku panikku! Tunaito
Hyakki Yakou ni Koutsuu seiri
Akuma to ka tenshi to ka mushinkyou nara monsutaa
Panikku panikku! Tunaito Panikku panikku! Tunaito
dou ni mo naranai kaosu wa
ikitetemo shindetemo taishita sa nante nai kara utae odoreya
BOOM BOOM BOOMBANG BANG BANG
HEY YOU Niku no yuuwaku ni makereba suki na ko mo marukajiri DEAD
Mokuteki naku aruiteiru nara chikyuu no uragawa made pareedo shiyouka
Maho o tonaeyou renbutsu wa yamete joubutsu shitakunai
Maho o tonaeyou Jitsu wa miren darake abutakadabuba—su de YEAH
Panikku panikku! Tunaito Panikku panikku! Tunaito
Juujika mo yaku ni tatanai
Youkai mo goosuto mo mazariatte GO WOW
Panikku panikku! Tunaito Panikku panikku! Tunaito
Yagate kuru no ka? Saiki no hi
Mousou ka mo hontou ka mo kimi ga kimerya ii yo
Saa kurue sawage BOOM BOOM BOOMBANG BANG BANG
Translation
Panic Panic! Tonight Panic Panic! Tonight
Even your crucifix won’t be of any help
It doesn’t matter how fast you run, doesn’t matter where you run, the world won’t end so get crazy and make some noise!
BOOM BOOM BOOMBANG BANG BANG
Monday, you wait docile the bus, Tuesday
you have a fancy lunch time
Wednesday, you only have conversation for short time THURSDAYFRIDAYSATURDAY…
IT’S MY TRUE LIFE?
Behind these repeating days something is secretly happening
Undead rising, Ufos, experiments, HE has awaken from the coffin
YEAH OH YEAH Instead of dying and turning into a zombie
I’d like a vampire to suck my blood
Panic Panic! Tonight Panic Panic! Tonight
Light up the flame in your lantern.
Mix up with monsters and ghosts GO WOW
Panic Panic! Tonight Panic Panic! Tonight
Let’s be walking deads all together
Even values are just a boring pride, there’s no meaning in the end so get crazy and make some noise!
BOOM BOOM BOOMBANG BANG BANG
Every time you are careful and don’t say anything, it’s such a life of “kiss or darkness of the heart”
You starve and and search, rather than love, the misfortune of the others, Friday, this is such an obscure easy* life!
When you end up eating and drinking too much always take with you the medicine
Vitamin, minerals, supplements, I love them, they are important food for overeating
YEAH OH YEAH But when, after all that effort, I hear the last trumpet
I still want to eat that pudding!
Panic Panic! Tonight Panic Panic! Tonight
Let’s make some order in this night march of demons,
Demons and Angels, without religion, are just monsters
Panic Panic! Tonight Panic Panic! Tonight
It’s such a messy chaos,
there’s no big difference between living and dying so sing and dance!
BOOM BOOM BOOMBANG BANG BANG
HEY YOU If you give up to the bodily temptations, bite firmly the girl you like DEAD
If you walk without any objective, let’s make a parade until we get from the other side of the world.
Let’s chant our spells, I don’t want to pray and become a Buddha
Let’s chant our spells, actually they are abracadabras filled with regrets**.
Panic Panic! Tonight Panic Panic! Tonight
Even your crucifix won’t be of any help
Mix up with monsters and ghosts GO WOW
Panic Panic! Tonight Panic Panic! Tonight
In the end the last day has come?
We don’t know if it’s an illusion or the truth, it’s up to you to decide
Come on, get crazy and make some noise BOOM BOOM BOOMBANG BANG BANG
Notes and Other
*=it’s a pun: the word means “easy” but it’s written by using the kanji for “darkness”.
**=it seems there’s some kind of a pun in “abracadabra” but I couldn’t understand it because it’s censored (is it something so indecent?). If any of you has an idea please tell me.
This song was very hard to translate because of all the puns and the trendy words or expressions used in it but in the end the message is all about get crazy and have fun. If you are wondering why a “monster” themed song has been released during summer, that’s because Purple Stone tried to start the “Summer Halloween” trend… I still don’t know if it has become a thing or not, but they were confident for sure about this.
But in the end it’s a very catchy and live-like song: I like it.
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Boku ga nani o hanatta tokoro de douse nanimo kawaranainda yo.
Ima mo sagesumare mushibamarete ashita mo ashita mo ikiteikunda yo.
Kasuneru hodo ni ageta kono koe no ikisaki wa doko ni aru no.
“Korekara no uso, koremade no uso mo naku nari shinai deshou?”
Me utagau no you na koukei ni uchihishigarete.
Boku ga nani o hanatta tokoro de douse nanimo kawaranainda yo.
Ima mo sagesumare mushibamarete ashita mo ashita mo ikiteikunda yo.
Kimi ga kureta hikari dake wa zutto boku o terashite kureru to
ima mo shinjitsudzuketai kedo mou todokanai hodo ni.
Boku ga nani o hanatta tokoro de douse nanimo kawaranainda yo.
Ima mo sagesumare mushibamarete soredemo soredemo soredemo
Kou shite bokura wa ikiru hikari o sagashite
soredemo soredemo ikirunda.
Maa muri da kedo te iu ka hikkate nanda yo.
Translation
As soon as I threw something, nothing changed anyway.
Even now I’m worm eaten by the scorn and tomorrow too, tomorrow too I’ll keep on living.
What’s the destination of the voice I’m giving to you and which is the getting hoarser and hoarser?
“You won’t get rid of the lies you told until now and the lies you will tell from now on, right?”
and you get crushed by a scenery which seems unreal.
As soon as I threw something, nothing changed anyway.
Even now I’m worm eaten by the scorn and tomorrow too, tomorrow too I’ll keep on living.
I would like to keep believing that only the light you gave me
will shine forever over me, but it won’t come back.
As soon as I threw something, nothing changed anyway.
Even now I’m worm eaten by the scorn but even so, even so, even so
We live like this, searching for a light,
after all, living after all.
Who knows, maybe it’s useless, but what’s that’s shining?
Notes and Other
An other indie band that caught my attention, I really love their peculiar style in both lyrics and music.
The song is about the meaning of life: even though it seems that, no matter what, we can’t change a single thing in our life, we keep on living, searching for a light that we’ll never be able to grasp. Even so, we keep moving on, maybe that untouchable light is the meaning itself.
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Sangatsu no owari ni saisshuu no beru eki no hoomu
te o furu kimi no sabishii egao ni me ga urumu.
Sayounara wa ienakute
itsuka mata kono sakura no eki aemasu you ni.
Futo omoimashita sakuranami ki o
kimi to warai nagara aruita hibi.
Ano koro no boku to kimi wa wakakute
subete o shinjiyou to shiteita.
Yubikiri o shiteita yakusoku sae hodoketeiku.
“Kimi ga boku no subete” sonna kotoba sura wasurekaketeita.
Sangatsu no owari ni saisshuu no beru eki no hoomu
suutsu no boku ga utsuru sora no mukougawa ni
gaitou ni terasare.
Hakanagena sakura ga hirari to maiochita.
Yureru densha no naka nanka me no oku ga atsuku naru yo hen da na.
Ima wa ima de shiawasena wa deshou.
Soko soko kasei de konya mo kawaii ano ko no matsu apaato e
nanoni nazeka ano hi no te o fureru kimi ga
boku no atama o yogiru yoru no keshiki ga nijindeiku.
Nandaka kimi no kibishi egao o wasurerarezu
sayounara o ienaide wakareta no wa.
Boku ga zurukute ikuji nashi de bakana sei da sou sa zenbu.
Koi no owari ni sakura maichiru.
Koi no owari ni sakura maichiru.
Mou iku koto no nai sakura no eki ni
kondo koso wa sayounara o iu yo.
Translation
Title: At the end of a love, cherry flowers scatter dancing.
In this station where we spent together
the days passing frenetically of these turning seasons, we part.
If I look up, even the sky seems somehow
of a sad colour.
The things we can see, look, they shine.
I finally realized it: since you changed
everything of me, you also changed all of my future.
At the end of March, on the smiling face of you, who waved your hand
from the platform of the last calling of my train, your eyes were veiled by tears.
We couldn’t say goodbye,
as if we could meet once more in this station of cherry trees.
I suddenly remembered those days when
we used to walk through the rows of cherry trees while laughing.
The me and you of that time were young
and wanted so hard to believe in everything.
Even the promise on which we swore has broken.
Even our “You are my everything” have been forgotten.
At the end of March, the last calling of my train from the platform,
you on the other side of the window on which I reflect with my suit
are illuminated by the city lights
and the cherry flowers fleetingly were falling and dancing.
In the swaying train, the inside of my eyes became somehow warm and I thought it was strange,
I wonder if it was because of the happiness of that moment.
Even in this evening you fairly earned you will go to the apartment of that cute girl waiting for you,
but even so, for some reason, the scenery of the night
when you, who waved at me, walked past me is fading away.
Somehow we parted, I couldn’t forget your serious smile
and say goodbye.
I’m a sly, lacking of self-respect, stupid person, that’s just it…
At the end of a love, cherry flowers scatter dancing.
At the end of a love, cherry flowers scatter dancing.
At the station of the cherry trees where I go no more
next time I’ll say you goodbye.
Notes and Other
Very emotional and strong song by Secondwall, really looking forward to listen of some other works by this band.
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I want to touch them even if they seem to tear apart.
They jiggle, jiggle,
quietly jiggle.
It seems that I’m crumbling because of them**,
doesn’t it?
BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS
An incredible bewitching on your body.
Come on, show me your BOOBS,
B-O-O-B-S
your tiny boobs.
They jiggle, jiggle,
indecently jiggle.
I won’t let go of them**,
I want to touch them even if they seem to tear apart.
They jiggle, jiggle,
quietly jiggle.
It seems that I’m crumbling because of them**,
doesn’t it?
They jiggle, jiggle,
indecently jiggle.
I won’t let go of them**,
it’s said that such thing itself it’s a sin.
They jiggle, jiggle,
quietly jiggle.
It seems that I’m crumbling because of them**,
doesn’t it?
Notes and Other
*=They used “いただきます” which is an expression usually said before eating and roughly translates to “I’m thankful for what I receive”.
**=”君のこと” is usually used to indicate “all the things about a person” and it’s usually followed by verbs like “know” or similar, but here it seems they are hinting to the boobs since the verb used is “to not let go”.
Yes, it’s a song about boobs, and it also has notes. Yes.
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