カサブタ

ONE OK ROCK – KASABUTA[カサブタ]

Romaji

Hajime kara sono tsumori desho?
Shittete chikazuku no wa tokui desho?

Sore igai motomenai de
Wakatte iru hazu na no ni naze?

Kasanatte, sore ijou wo hoshigattari shite
Furui kasabuta no sei ni shite
Kayui itai wo kurikaeshite mo nao
Kizu no name ai no kankei?
It’s not enough
It’s not enough

Nani wo te ni iretai wake ja nai
Mushiro nani ga hoshii ka nante mou wakattenai

Samekitte hiekitta sonna boku ni
Yoku kiku kusuri ga hoshii dake

Kasanatte, yokei munashiku nattari shite
Sore wo mata dareka no sei ni shite
Ikitsuku tokomade ikitsuitatte
Nan ni mo nokoru mon nante nai

Sukutte ochiteku mizu mitai na aijou ni
Kawakikitta nanika wo uruosu koto nante dekinai
Tenohira ni nokotta, wazuka na sono nukumori sae mo
Jojo ni hiagatte mata kurikaeshitekun daro

Hagashite mata akaku somatteku
Soredemo kizukanai furi shiteru
Kako no kizu ga monogatatteru
Demo ne

Kasanatte, sore ijou wo hoshigattari shite
Furui kasabuta no sei ni shite
Kayui itai wo kurikaeshite mo nao
Kizu no name ai no kankei?

Kasanatte, yokei munashiku nattari shite
Sore wo mata dareka no sei ni shite
Ikitsuku tokomade ikitsuitatte
Nan ni mo nokoru mon nante nai

It’s not enough
It’s not enough

Translation

That’s your purpose since beginning, right?
You know that you’re good at approaching, right?

Don’t ask anything other than that
You’re supposed to understand, but why?

Piling up, wanting more than that
It’s the old scab’s fault
Even when the itchiness and pain keep repeating, still
Is it concerning the wounded licked-love?*
It’s not enough
It’s not enough

It’s not about the thing I want to get my hands on
Rather, I already don’t know what I want

The me that is completely cold and frozen
I just want medicine that works well

Piling up, unneccessarily it becomes in vain
That is, again, someone’s fault
I end up in a place where I ended up
There’s nothing left

Rescuing, falling down, love that is like water
I can’t moisten something that I have drained out
Even that slight warmth that remained in my palm
Gradually drying up, again, it keeps repeating

Tearing off,again, staining it with red
Even then pretending not to notice
The past’s pain speaks for itself
But you know…

Piling up, wanting more than that
It’s the old scab’s fault
Even when the itchiness and pain keep repeating, still
Is it concerning the wounded licked-love?*

Piling up, unneccessarily it becomes in vain
That is, again, someone’s fault
I end up in a place where I ended up
There’s nothing left

It’s not enough
It’s not enough