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Song by: syudou (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXnzOGTEcuc)
Cover by: VocaObscura (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmzsIVOXrLE)
Translation: aquariantwin
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Eng Lyrics:
The rundown pub underneath the business sector,
filled with drunk idiots claiming to be geniuses,
is a haven for garbage that wants to use people and toss them aside
As well as for the folks that want to be used that way.
"A mixed drink full of cheap bourbon,
is a good fit for a half-wit like you."
But once we’re drunk, I’m sure it’ll all taste the same.
Some people, in order to kill off their own loneliness
and to throw up their emptiness, drink.
My money and time and liver,
hey, I’ll hand ‘em all over, so
why don’t we try being together?
Whether it’s good or bad,
before considering any of that,
I won’t remember a single thing!
Tomorrow, that’ll be the excuse I force on everyone!
Even if it’s said that what you drink’ll come back to ya tomorrow,
if I don’t drink at all, that tomorrow won’t come at all!
I’m starting to get sick of it, so one more glass,
DON'T STOP!
Without a single care, one more glass!
Where I’ll go tomorrow and the services I’ll use tonight,
this place is a haven for forgetting all of that,
and if you toss aside your pride and sense
it’s easy to lie about love.
Shushing people by pressing a finger to my lips,
I’ll leave out the usual stuff that happens till two A.M,
"In the end, it’s the same as always"
–but, well, if you say that, it’ll be the end.
Everyone’s a hypocrite,
hunting while using kind lies as bait.
Blood sake, fire sake, bitter sake
Hey, I’ll treat you nice, so
I don’t want to be alone.
Even if you make a fuss about love or passion,
In the end, once you’re drunk just anyone is fine!
Eventually, you’ll end up wild and violent.
I won’t even be chosen as that “anyone,”
but crying’s lame as hell, so I’ll just drown my sorrows in sake.
I’m starting to get sick of it, so one more glass,
CAN'T STOP!
Without any meaning, one more glass!
Idiots and smoke go bar-hopping together
like people climbing a spider’s thread.
No matter where you look, even me, everyone’s a piece of shit,
But, hey, the biggest piece of shit is,
you, dumbass.
Whether it’s good or bad, before considering any of that,
I won’t remember a single thing!
I’m starting to get sick of it, I’m at my limit already!
Even though you haven’t had a thing to drink, you’ve lived without any difficulties—
your type is the reason I drink in the first place!
I’m starting to get sick of it, so one more glass,
WON'T STOP!
Before I die, one more glass!
- Genre
- Pop