Nobody Makes Sense[Bokura wa minna imi fumei] -pinocchio-p ft.Hatsune Miku

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by uni_ravenclaw15

by uni_ravenclaw15

yoru ga akeru asa mezameru kubi itameru kono karada ni jibun ga iru
kimi to shaberu meshi o taberu fuku o kiteru sono subete ga bukimi de aru
nanka hen da hen da hen da hen da eki no kaisatsu tōrinukeru
konna heiwa heiwa heiwa heiwa atarimae de ukeru

neko no namae wa nantonaku Tama de
inu no namae wa nantonaku Pochi da
sekai wa sekai wa nantonaku owarisō de
sonzai o kakaeta mama yūyake ni tokete iku yo

ikiteru imi mo ganbaru imi mo
nai nai nai muda kamoshirenai
sennengo nanimo nokoranai kedo soredemo kimi to waratte itai
bokura wa minna imi fumei dakara
bokura wa minna imi fumei dakara

tsuki ga noboru hoshi ga hikaru mushi ga haneru sore o miteru
are itsu kara koko ni irun dakke itsumade koko ni irarerun dakke
nanimono ni mo narenai mama de bakemono kara nogareteru dake
zashikirō de imēji o ukabete sutoppu shita shikō wa teki darake

tarō no namae wa imademo Tarō de
jirō no namae wa ima de wa Hanako da
jikan wa jikan wa nantonaku tōrisugite
gomitame de umoreta mama hoshizora o nagameteru yo

aisuru imi mo koi suru imi mo
nai nai nai uso kamoshirenai
ichi tasu ichi mo yoku wakaran kedo soredemo kimi o mamotte itai
bokura wa minna imi fumei dakara
bokura wa minna imi fumei dakara

soredemo bokura wa tonneru de iki o tomeru
origami de tsuru o oru
nikukyū o sawaru
ōdan hodō no shiroi bubun dake o fumu
soredemo bokura wa machigatta koto o suru
tadashii to omoikomu
atama ii kara wakatte ita
mata wakatta ki ni natte itan da

ikiteru imi mo ganbaru imi mo
nai nai nai nai nai nai
nai nai nai nai nai nai nai nai nai
soredemo yaru shika nai

ikiteru imi mo ganbaru imi mo
nai nai nai muda kamoshirenai
sennengo nanimo nokoranai kedo soredemo kimi to waratte itai
yume o kanaete mo satori hiraite mo
kekkyoku wa kodoku kamoshirenai
obake ni natte mo kyomu ni kaette mo
soredemo kimi to waratte itai na
bokura wa minna imi fumei dakara
bokura wa minna imi fumei dakara
sō bokura wa minna imi fumei
sō bokura wa minna imi fumei
sō bokura wa minna imi fumei
sō bokura wa minna imi fumei dakara

~Translation~

The night is dawning. I wake up in the morning. I hurt my neck. There is my own self residing within this body.
I talk to you. I eat breakfast. I put on clothes. All of that feels uncanny.
Something’s weird. It’s weird, it’s weird, it’s weird. I pass through the ticket gate.
Everything’s so peaceful, so peaceful, so peaceful, so naturally peaceful, it’s almost funny.

Cats are usually called Tama, for no particular reason.
Dogs are usually called Pochi, for no particular reason.
The world, the world seems to be on the verge of ending, for no particular reason.
I’m melting into the afterglow while carrying my own existence.

The moon is rising. The stars are shining. The bugs are hopping. I’m looking at that.
Huh? How long have I been here for? How much longer can I remain here?
Unable to become anyone of consequence, all I’m doing is running away from monsters.
Conjuring the mental picture inside my own prison, I find my blocked trains of thought filled with enemies.

Even now, the name of the first son is still Tarō,
but nowadays, the name of the second son is Hanako.
Time, time just somehow passes by
as I gaze at the starry sky, all the while buried in a garbage dump.

For what do we love? For what do our hearts race?
There might be nothing, nothing, nothing to it. It might be all a lie.
I’m not even sure what is 1+1, but still, I want to keep protecting you,
because nobody makes sense.
Nobody makes sense.

Even then, we still catch our breath when passing through a tunnel.
We still fold paper cranes.
We still touch the paws of our pets.
We still step only on the white parts of the zebra crossings.
Even then, we still do things that are wrong.
We’re still bent on thinking that it’s right.
We’re smart, that’s why we knew it.
Again, we think to ourselves that we get it.

For what are we living? For what are we trying so hard?
There might be nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing to it.
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing to it.
But even so, there’s no choice but to do it.

For what are we living? For what are we trying so hard?
There might be nothing, nothing, nothing to it. It might be all useless.
In a thousand years, there won’t be anything left, but I still hope I could keep on smiling with you.
Even when our dreams have come true; even when we have become enlightened,
in the end, we might still end up with loneliness.
Even when we’ve turned into ghosts; even when we’ve returned to nothingness,
I still hope I could keep on smiling with you,
because nobody makes sense.
Nobody makes sense.
That’s right, nobody makes sense.
That’s right, nobody makes sense.
That’s right, nobody makes sense.
That’s right, because nobody makes sense.