Vocaloid Original Songs - Shingoutou -SIGNAL- lyrics

rate me

rasen ni yugamu machi no tasogare tatazumu

shijima ni hibiku kane no ne ni aa sanzameku munesatosare habatakasare setsuri o owasare

muchiutsu waga mi kaerimite kasabuta o tsumaguruiki tsugu koto mo naku hashiridasu meikyuu

touisu ni motaredo yasuragi wa maboroshi

kogasareyuku dake no rou no akari nijimu

ki ga tsukeba yosutebito

iranu shinjitsu hodo kono te ni amarutodokanai koe modorenai michi

kareru namida ni oitsukenai

dakyou no naka de mawaru shigunaru

kasumu hikari ni taerarenaifugainashi to iu ni wa amari ni tayasuku

hakanaki sadame to iu ni wa amari ni mo wabishiimotomesugite'ta hibi to kawaranu houshuu

e mo iwarenu uso o nagete aa naozari no emiimi bakari o toikake kotae ni agakeba

fukidasu ase no tsumetasa ni ozoke o furuwaseruwarau hiza ni ateta soegi furikazasedo

hai no mau jidai ni musebinaku sorayume

muragarisokonete wa sugaru jifu ni obore

ki ga tsukeba wasurebito

ashi o torareta mama yofuke e nijiruerabenai tabi katarenai uta

meguru yoake ni oitsukenai

kagami no naka de yaseru shigunaru

nozomu iro sae miserarenaikogoru tsuki o miage yukidoke ni nagasare

sange ni obiete wa me o somuku kagerou

sagashidasu giwaku to aozameta unmei

nageku hodo azamukeba

tonaeta gyakusetsu no mukui ni fuserutodokanai koe modorenai michi

kareru namida ni oitsukenai

erabenai tabi katarenai uta

meguru yoake ni oitsukenaidakyou no naka de mawaru shigunaru

kasumu hikari ni taerarenai

kagami no naka de yaseru shigunaru

nozomu iro sae miserarenaisurinukete yuku suna no tsubu nado mienai

hisometa toge o furuwasete

fumishidaku meisuu

English translation

As I stand still in the dusk on a street contorting into a spiral,

my chest rustles noisily, ah, to the bell chimes echoing in the silence.I was preached to, made to fly off, and forced to burden the laws of nature.

Looking back at my lashed past, I caress the scars on my body.I begin to dash through a labyrinth without even a pause for breath.

Even when I recline on a rattan chair, the tranquility is merely an illusion.

As the light of a slowly singed candle diffuses,

I suddenly come to the realization that I am a hermit,

who hold too many useless truths of this world.My voice does not reach, I cannot backtrack the path I've walked,

nor can I keep up with my parching tears.

As a signal light rotates among my compromises,

I find its blurry flashes unbearable.It's easy to say that one has been a disappointment,

but it's too somber to say that one's fate is ephemeral.Back in the days I pursued too much, but my reward remained unchanged.

I hurled indescribably elegant lies, ah, as well as oblique smiles.I ask relentlessly for the meaning in things, but struggle at the answers,

that I become filled with trepidation at the coldness of my gushing sweats.Although I brandish that old splint for my grinning knee,

I end up choked up in tears at my empty dream in an ash-filled era.

Drowning in the conceit I have gathered and clung onto,

I suddenly come to the realization that I am a loner,

who, while tripped up, am crawling towards old age.I cannot choose my journey, I cannot tell about it through songs,

nor can I keep up with the going-and-returning dawns.

As the warning light dims in the mirrors,

it can't even display the glow I want to see anymore.I gaze up at the condensing moon, become flushed away by snow thaw,

become fearful of death, and avert my eyes from the heat haze.

As I keep chasing up the doubts I have, my life has been slowly fading.

When I have deceived to the point of lamenting,

I lie down on the retribution of my chanted paradoxes.My voice does not reach, I cannot backtrack the path I've walked,

nor can I keep up with my parching tears.

I cannot choose my journey, I cannot tell about it through songs,

nor can I keep up with the going-and-returning dawns.As a signal light rotates among my compromises,

I find its blurry flashes unbearable.

As the warning light dims in the mirrors,

it can't even display the glow I want to see anymore.The small grains of sand slipping through my fingers are indiscernible,

but I have spent my whole life trampling over them

while walking on, covered in concealed thorns.