I love this song so much. I think I'd love it more when I know what the lyrics mean. Can anyone do the translation? Please? Thanks. ^_____^

I'll offer up my services once I become slightly less busy with finals. Or maybe I'll just go ahead and do it this weekend. Current project is "omoide in my head" though, but I'll get to this, it's one of my favorites off of 90'sMLR.

great! thanks, and yes, Omoide in My Head translations would be awesome, too. [size=75](offtopic: I've read a translation of Num Ami Dabutz (I think it's this song) a few months ago, can't remember where, but the translator said that NG lyrics are pretty hard to translate)[/size]. Take your time, and good luck with your finals.

mukai's lyrics are pretty crazy tough to make sense of. but i love them just the same.

[quote="Marekenshin"]I'll offer up my services once I become slightly less busy with finals.[/quote]

What kind of finals do you have on January 12? Everybody else that goes to college is just finishing up their winter break final...

>:3

our finals are after break. finals technically start next week, but i had two of mine already.

sorry this took so long to get to. I only spent about twenty minutes or so on it, but there's only a few spots that may be spotty. I really love this song and feel that it often reflects some of the emotions I feel. (lol, emo, I know).

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This metropolis is like a very boring amusement park
Adults and children, everybody's having a good time without sleeping.
The merry-go-round keeps spinning
The jet coaster running past
The dressed up clowns are singing this evening as well.

That sort of colored spray paint paints boredom;
the many colors of the town, everybody seems to be having fun.

Only I have faded to a monochrome world.
Inside this colored film that I can't sneak out of,
I'm an outsider.
I can't grasp the timing, I can't laugh at
even the popular jokes. I've lost my focus,
an outsider.

The children pretending to hide something in their pockets
and the adults entering alongside them while pulling them along,
The old people tired and worn out by it all,
and me, just lost, are standing here.

The sparkling night sky, a stardust imitation
I can't see any shooting stars to answer my wish.

That sort of colored spray paint paints boredom;
I feel like all that spraying is a little off.

Only I have faded to a monochrome world.
Inside this colored film that I can't sneak out of,
I'm an outsider.
I don't mind being like this,
I don't mind being like this.
I've lost my focus, an outsider.

yay, thanks~~~ ;_;