Garakuta Hard Worker [ガラクタハードワーカー]

Subbed by TheBlackCero


Junk Hard Worker
Composer: toruch
Vocal: Kagamine Rin
http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm24787557


~Kanji~
ガラクタハードワーカー

認められない ガラクタ送り 順番つける ファクトリー 
1+1=2 じゃないんだよ ゴールが見えないマラソン 続け

頑張ったとか しょうがないとか そんな言葉聞き飽きた
才能だとか センスの差とか その一言で片付けないでよ

空の神様はね その様を見て あざ笑ってんだよ
数十億のピエロ 糸張って 絡ませて ほら 逆様サーカスさ

この世界(ここ)で 何度も 何度も 何度も 何度も 何度も 何度も 負けてきて
目くじら立てて どう考えても悪循環
やっても やっても やっても やっても やっても やっても 追いつけない
もう嫌になっちゃうよ いつも 無意味 Hard working

勝ちは官軍 負けは賊軍 施しもない リアリティ
才は褒められ 僕は慰め 別にこんなの望んじゃいないよ

努力すればきっと報われるなんて 誰が言ったんだろう
残酷な言葉に踊らされ 夢見せて 絶望は 嫌 嫌 嫌

だから 完敗→後悔→崩壊→限界 そうかい そんならやめちゃいたい
歯車合わせ 無難に生きろってかい
くるり くるり くるり くるり くるり くるり 回り道
走り疲れた いつも 無意味 Hard working

出来損ないの自分を受け入れろってことなの?
じゃぁさ 出来損ないの自分は このまま一生 どうやったってもう
かませ犬?

やっぱ 世界、退廃、期待、信頼、存在、もうない、関係ない
失敗作の僕 どうやって生きていこうか?

何度も 何度も 何度も 何度も 何度も 何度も 負けてきて
目くじら立てて どう考えても悪循環
やっても やっても やっても やっても やっても やっても 追いつけない
もう嫌になっちゃうよ いつも 無意味 Hard working 


~Romaji~

mitomerarenai garakuta okuri junban tsukeru fakutorii
ichi tasu ichi wa ni janain da yo gōru ga mienai marason tsuzuke

ganbatta toka shō ga nai toka sonna kotoba kikiakita
sainō da toka sensu no sa toka sono hitokoto de katazukenai de yo

sora no kamisama wa ne sono sama o mite azawaratten da yo
sūjūoku no piero ito hatte karamasete hora sakasama sākasu sa

koko de nandomo nandomo nandomo nandomo nandomo nandomo makete kite
mekujira tatete dō kangaete mo akujunkan
yatte mo yatte mo yatte mo yatte mo yatte mo yatte mo oitsukenai
mō iya ni natchau yo itsumo muimi Hard working

kachi wa kangun make wa zokugun hodokoshi mo nai riariti
sai wa homerare boku wa nagusame betsu ni konna no nozonja inai yo

doryoku sureba kitto mukuwareru nante dare ga ittan darō
zankoku na kotoba ni odorasare yume misete zetsubō wa iya iya iya

dakara kanpai kōkai hōkai genkai sō kai sonnara yamechaitai
haguruma awase bunan ni ikiro tte kai
kururi kururi kururi kururi kururi kururi mawarimichi
hashiri tsukareta itsumo muimi Hard working

dekisokonai no jibun o ukeirero tte koto nano?
jā sa dekisokonai no jibun wa kono mama isshō dō yattatte mō
kamaseinu?

yappa sekai, taihai, kitai, shinrai, sonzai, mō nai, kankei nai
shippaisaku no boku dō yatte ikitekō ka?

nandomo nandomo nandomo nandomo nandomo nandomo makete kite
mekujira tatete dō kangaete mo akujunkan
yatte mo yatte mo yatte mo yatte mo yatte mo yatte mo oitsukenai
mō iya ni natchau yo itsumo muimi Hard working


~Translation~

This is a factory that sends off rejected junk and put them in order.
1 plus 1 isn’t 2, all right? Just keep on running that marathon with no goal in sight.

I’ve gotten sick of hearing things like: “You’ve tried your best,” or: “It can’t be helped.”
Don’t try to chalk it up to something like a matter of talent or difference in taste.

You see, the God in the sky is looking at us and laughing at us all.
Billions of clowns, operated by strings, getting all tangled up. Look, it’s an upside-down circus.

Here, I’ve lost over and over and over and over and over and over again.
I get berated for the littlest things. It’s a vicious circle, without a doubt.
No matter how hard I try and try and try and try and try and try, I can’t catch up.
I’m getting sick of this—always meaninglessly Hard working.

Losers are always in the wrong. There’s nothing to do about this reality.
Talent is praised, while all I got is some consolation. This isn’t exactly what I wanted.

Who was it that said you will be rewarded so long as you put in the effort?
I’ve had enough, enough, enough of being manipulated by cruel words, being shown a dream, only to despair.

So failure → regret → breaking down → limit. Is that so? In that case, I just want to quit.
Are you telling me to just go along with everything else and live a life free of conflict?
Round and round and round and round and round and round goes the roundabout way.
I’m exhausted from running. Always meaninglessly Hard working.

Am I supposed to just accept the fact that I’m a good-for-nothing?
Tell me, then: seeing as I’m a good-for-nothing, am I just gonna end up being the underdog for the rest of my life,
no matter what I do?

I guess this whole world, corruption, expectation, trust, existence, there’s nothing anymore. Nothing to do with me.
How is a failure like me supposed to go on living?

I’ve lost over and over and over and over and over and over again.
I get berated for the littlest things. It’s a vicious circle, without a doubt.
No matter how hard I try and try and try and try and try and try, I can’t catch up.
I’m getting sick of this—always meaninglessly Hard working.

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