コバルトの降る街で

コバルトが降り積もる街で
君の後ろ髪を引くことができたなら
マルシェを蹴散らす嵐じゃなくて
鈍色の大地に花咲かす小春風を

未来はバラ色だと大人たちが放り投げた夢の残骸へ
「墜落しろ」
「不時着できる」
たった二人だけでさえ揃えられない言葉
冷笑してばかりの君と日和見がちな僕

あなたの罪を数えましょう
君の意地悪がまた始まる
画面越しの争いに食い入っては
冷めたコーヒーを捨てる

このかかとに縫い付けられた邪なコボルトの影
教室を知らない子供たちが暗がりで悪い咳をしている
せめて彼らを忘れないでいよう
そんなエゴと闘えるだろうか？

生きてたっていいことないよ
死ぬのなんて怖くないから
後生大事にしておくほどの感傷か？
ニヒリズムをコケにしていた君が
醒めた台詞を吐いている

無関係の善行で無視してきた罪を
傷つけてきた過去を洗い流すことができたなら
「ほら、そうやってまたズルをする」

「後生大事にしておくほどの感傷じゃない」
それでもこのエゴを一生大事にするよ
この街が冷たくても
君が闘う理由を見つけた世界を見てみたい

コバルトが降り積もる街で
君の後ろ髪を
君の朝焼けをその傍らに
マルシェを蹴散らす嵐じゃなく
鈍色の大地に花を咲かす小春風を起こせ

豊かさの代償を払いそびれたまま
偉そうなことばかり言ってられない
それで始めたつもりか？
感傷程度で終わらせるなよ
吠えているのは僕にしかないエルゴ
ただ一つ

In the City Where Cobalt Falls

In the city where cobalt falls,
I wish I could hold you back.
Not a storm that destroys the malls,
but an autumn breeze that makes the flowers bloom on the street.

Shout to the corrupted dreams adults threw away
by saying life will bloom in the future anyway.
“Let them crash!”
“No, they can land!”
We don’t even understand what each other means.
Cynical you and optimistic me.

“Let me count your sins.”
Your nasty starts again.
I stare at the fight through the screen and dump my old coffee.

The shadow of the evil Kobold sewn into our heels.
Kids who don't know the classroom are coughing badly in the dark.
“At least I’ll try not to forget them.”
Can I fight against such an ego?

“It’s not worth living.”
“I’m not afraid to die.”
“Is that a sentiment enough to keep it for life?”
You used to mock Nihilism, but now you don’t seem to care.

How much better would it be if I could wash away
the sins I have ignored and the past I have hurt 
by my irrelevant good deeds?
"See, that's how you cheat again."

“It’s not a sentiment enough to keep it for life.”
Still, I will cherish this ego of mine for the rest of my life.
Even though this city is cold,
I want to see the world where you found a reason to fight.

In the city where cobalt falls,
I will hold you back and set the morning glow beside you.
Not a storm that destroys the malls,
but the autumn breeze that makes the flowers bloom on the street,
is what we make.

I can’t keep talking shit while
we fail to pay the price of wealth.
Me, you think that's how you started?
Don’t be just sentimental.
The only thing barking is my one and only ergo.