椎名林檎 シドと白昼夢
昔 描いた夢で あたしは別の人間で
ジャニス・イアンを自らと思い込んでいた
現実には本物が居ると理解っていた
此処の所描く夢の あたしはあたしだから
欲望も何も区別がつかなくなっていた
現実でもほとんど不確かだ
あなたの髪を切らなきゃ 真っ黒な其の眼が
あたしの眼に 光を射てば呼吸が出来る
いまは還らない影など 全く厭だけど
あなたには殺されても良いわ
手錠をされたままで あたしに跪いた
独り切りじゃ 泣いてばかりになる為
誰かにそっと 寄り掛かるのであろう
あなたはあたしじゃなくちゃ 真っ白なほっぺたに
透き通る小さな雨垂れを 落としてしまう
でも泣かないで 今すぐ鍵を開けてあげる
あなたには全て許しちゃうわ
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mukashi egaita yume de atashi wa betsu no ningen de
Janisu Ian o mizukara to omoikondeita
genjitsu ni wa hommono ga iru to wakatteita
koko no tokoro egaku yume no atashi wa atashi dakara
yokubou mo nanimo kubetsu ga tsukanakunatteita
genjitsu demo hotondo futashika da
anata no kami o kiranakya
makkuro na sono me ga atashi no me ni hikari o uteba kokyuu ga dekiru
ima wa kaeranai kage nado mattaku iya dakedo
anata ni wa korosaretemo ii wa
tejou o sareta mama de atashi ni hizamazuita
hitorikiri ja naite bakari ni naru tame
dareka ni sotto yorikakaru no dearou
anata wa atashi janakucha
masshiro na hobbeta ni sukitooru chiisa na amadare o otoshiteshimau
demo nakanaide imasugu kagi o aketeageru
anata ni wa subete yurushichau wa
anata no kami o kiranakya
makkuro na sono me ga atashi no me ni hikari o uteba kokyuu ga dekiru
ima wa kaeranai kage nado mattaku iya dakedo
anata ni wa korosaretemo ii wa
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A long time ago, when I sketched out dreams, when I wasn't much of a person
I was convinced that Janis Ian made her music just for me
I believed that good and true things still exist in reality
Here in this place, the me who sketched those dreams out is still me,
so even though I stopped attaching different distinctions to my desires,
I've found reality almost unreliable
Don't cut your hair
If those pitch-black eyes of yours shone into mine, I'd be able to breathe again
Now I really don’t want those shadows and things of yours
that refuse to leave you alone, so it’d be good to kill them
As we played with handcuffs, you on your knees before me
The fact that I'm really just alone is what made me start crying
I want to have someone I can quietly lean against
You're not me
Your pure-white cheeks become transparent with the small raindrops that fall
But I'm not crying, right now I'm opening the key
to make you forgive everything
Don't cut your hair
If those pitch-black eyes of yours shone into mine, I'd be able to breathe again
Now I really don't want those shadows and things of yours
that refuse to leave you alone, so it'd be good to kill them
