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Fecha de emisión: 08.03.2011
Idioma de la canción: swahili
DUGOUT |
Haha no hara o saite made |
Dete kita kono shaba kono sekai ni |
Haha no itami ni miau dake no |
Imi o igi o nokoseru kimoshi nakute |
Onaka no hesonoo ga toreta toki |
Kara mou hito ha mina maigo |
Tatoete iu nara sore ha marude |
Himo no tore tatako ga sora ni habataku you |
Saikin yoku modori taku naruyo |
Sandou kayotte kaeri taku naruyo |
Dekkaku natte modotte kitayo to itte |
Sagashitatte ibasho ha nai yo |
Sonna mon dokoni mo nai |
Koko ni aru no ha miwatasu kagiri no uchuu dake |
Kono koudai na sekai no mannaka ni |
Kono chiisana shakai no sumikko ni |
Okizari ni sareta kono mi no |
Yariba o shiru jutsu mo nakute |
Maigo to maigo ga surechigau tabi |
Hitotsu, mata hitotsu to michi ha fuete |
Irikun de yuku dake no meiro o |
Dareka ga futo sekai to yonde mitanda |
'Acchi ikou yo' 'kocchi ni ikou yo' |
'Acchi ike yo, kocchi kuruna yo' |
'Sore naraba acchi ni ikou yo ne? Sou shiyou yo' |
Docchi ni ikou to fukurokouji |
Mitsukarikkonai hirokouji |
Ushiro furikaereba hate no nai rekishi ga |
Tsumi agatta saigetsu no sentou ni |
Kuchite yuku jidai no sai koubi ni |
Okiwasurerareta kono mi no |
Furikata shiru jutsu mo nakute |
Maigo ga dashita kotae no kazu dake michi ga dekita |
Michi ga majitta toko ni isakai ga umaretanda |
Itsu datte shousha no nokoshita kotoba ga rekishi ni natta |
Sou boku mitai na haisha ga nokoshita kotoba nanka |
Kemu ni makarete yuku nagarete yuku houmurarete yuku |
Mainichi nani ka o tabete made |
Shigamitsuite iru kono sekai ni |
Ayameta inochi ni miau dake no |
Kachi ga imi ga aru to ha toutei omoeru hazu mo nakute |
Koete kita hibi yurai datote |
Tateta chikai ga asu o tozashitatote |
Nagusame darou ka bntsu no ka |
Toki ha nagare o hayameru no |
Nani iwa reyou ga sono te sono ashi shibara reyou ga |
Sono ashi ga muita hou ga itsu nanda kiratte maeni nanda |
Mae naraette iwa reyou ga kidzuitaraba biri ni natte iyou ga |
Ushiro furikaette mirya hora sentou ni bucchigitte tatterunda |
母の腹を裂いてまで 出てきたこの娑婆 この世界に |
母の痛みに見合うだけの |
意味を 意義を 遺せる気もしなくて |
お腹のへその緒がとれた時からもう人は皆迷子 |
喩えて言うならそれはまるで |
紐のとれた凧が空に羽ばたく様 |
最近よく戻りたくなるよ 産道通って還りたくなるよ |
でっかくなって戻って来たよと 言って |
探したって居場所はないよ そんなもんどこにもない |
ここにあるのは見渡す限りの 宇宙だけ |
この広大な世界の真ん中に |
この小さな社会の隅っこに |
置き去りにされたこの身の |
やり場を知る術もなくて |
迷子と迷子が擦れ違うたび |
一つ、また一つと道は増えて |
入り組んでゆくだけの迷路を |
誰かがふと世界と呼んでみたんだ |
「あっち行こうよ」「こっちに行こうよ」 |
「あっち行けよ、こっち来るなよ」 |
「それならばあっちに行こうよ ねぇそうしようよ」 |
どっちに行こうと袋小路 見つかりっこない広小路 |
後ろ振り返れば果てのない 歴史が |
積み上がった歳月の先頭に |
朽ちてゆく時代の最後尾に |
置き忘れられたこの身の |
振り方 知る術もなくて |
迷子が出した答えの数だけ道ができた |
道が交じったとこに諍いが生まれたんだ |
いつだって勝者の遺した言葉が歴史になった |
そう僕みたいな敗者が残した言葉なんか |
けむに巻かれてゆく 流れてゆく 葬られてゆく |
毎日何かを食べてまで しがみついているこの世界に |
殺めた命に見合うだけの 価値が 意味が |
あるとは到底思えるはずもなくて |
超えてきた日々揺らいだとて |
建てた誓いが明日を閉ざしたとて |
慰めだろうか罰なのか |
時は流れを速めるの |
何言われようが その手その脚縛られようが |
その脚が向いた方が いつ何時だって前になんだ |
前倣えって言われようが |
気づいたらばビリになっていようが |
後ろ振り返ってみりゃ |
ほら先頭にブッチギって立ってるんだ |
I waited until my mothers stomach was split to come out into this corrupt world |
I didn’t feel there was any meaning — any significance — that could correspond |
with her pain |
From the moment that cord to the stomach is cut, a lost child is created |
Figuratively speaking, it’s as if a kite with a torn cord is fluttering in the |
sky |
Recent days, I want to return to you |
I want to return to the birth canal |
I want to return so much |
I searched for where I came from, but I couldn’t find it |
You can’t find a thing like that anywhere |
All that is here is a limited universe that is looked on upon |
In the middle of this vast world |
In this small corner of society |
There is no way to know what the place of this deserted person’s is |
When lost children pass by |
One by one the paths increase |
Someone accidentally tried to name that complicated maze «earth» |
«Let's go there», «let's go here» |
«Go there, don’t come here» |
«If that’s so, let’s go there. Come on, let’s go!» |
The dead end of «let's go somewhere» |
A wide street that was never found |
If you look back, you’ll see an infinite history |
It’s at the head of the years that have piled up |
At the back of time that rots |
There’s no way to know the future of this abandoned body |
All these roads have given has been the number of answers put forth by lost |
children |
Dispute was born in the place where the paths mixed |
The words left by the victor have always been what has become history |
Yes, and the left over words of a loser like me |
Are entwined in smoke, flowing, being buried |
Everyday before I eat, in this clinging world |
The meaning and worth that corresponds with the murdered life |
I shouldn’t be able to think that such a thing could exist |
When the days we’ve passed over now sway |
And promises we made will be locked tomorrow |
Is it comforting? Is it punishment? |
The flow of time quickens |
How to speak, what to say |
How to tie those arms and legs |
The way those feet face |
All came before everything else |
Following before — how to speak |
And if you realize, how to fall to last place |
Is to attempt to look back |
Which is to stand at the front, having won the race by a large margin |