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Iya Girl [イヤガール]

Subbed by TheBlackCero


Hate-Girl
Composer: Kairiki Bear
Vocal: Hatsune Miku
http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm31015274


~Kanji~
イヤガール

かよわいようだ齢十代 殻こもる 重大
歩めないようだ重い将来 むやみに背負うまい
悴むようだ 弱い従来 病みゆく問題
過去に無いようだ 仮死な状態 空回る生涯

それが なんだってんだ

もう
嫌 嫌 嫌 嫌がって誕生 
嫌 嫌 嫌 ○(わ)になってサンハイ
ユラ ユラ ユラ 脳内惨状で 嫌がり主義(イヤガリズム)
ルンタッタッタ ハイ。

嫌 嫌 嫌 マイナス感情
嫌 嫌 嫌 抗ってサンハイ
クラ クラ クラ 停滞症状で メランコリズム
ルンタッタッタ

心無いようだ今宵 近代 ここに無い安泰
歪んでるようだ ユルリ退廃 揺るがぬ倦怠
背を向けるようだ 余命一杯 鉛なマイライフ 
突き刺さる後悔 募る荒廃 月並みに【哀】

だから なんだってんだ

もう
嫌 嫌 嫌 嫌がって参上
嫌 嫌 嫌 ○(わ)になってサンハイ
ユラ ユラ ユラ 脳内満場で 嫌がり主義(イヤガリズム)
ルンタッタッタ ハイ。

嫌 嫌 嫌 バイアス感情
嫌 嫌 嫌 匿ってサンハイ
クラ クラ クラ 低体温症で メランコリズム
ルンタッタッタ

もう 嫌 嫌 嫌 一切合切
もう 暗 暗 暗
もう 皆 皆 皆 冷淡感情で 見て見ぬ振り お手の物 ハイ。

嫌 嫌 嫌 嫌がって惨状
嫌 嫌 嫌 強がってサンハイ
ユラ ユラ ユラ 手痛い病状も 偽り主義(イツワリズム)
ルンタッタッタ ハイ。

嫌 嫌 嫌 嫌がって誕生
嫌 嫌 嫌 ○(わ)になってサンハイ
クラ クラ クラ もう無い感情で キリトリ主義(キリトリズム)
ルンタッタッタ

イヤガール主義(イヤガリズム)
ルンタッタッタ ハイ。


~Romaji~

kayowai yō da yowai jūdai kara komoru jūdai
ayumenai yō da omoi shōrai muyami ni shoumai
kajikamu yō da yowai jūrai yami yuku mondai
kako ni nai yō da kashi na jōtai karamawaru shōgai

sore ga nandatten da nan nandaten da nandatten da ten ten da nan nan nandatten da ten ten da nanda nandatten da


iya iya iya iyagatte tanjō
iya iya iya wa ni natte san hai
yura yura yura nōnai sanjō de iyagarizumu
runtattatta hai.

iya iya iya mainasu kanjō
iya iya iya aragatte san hai
kura kura kura teitai jōshō de merankorizumu
runtattatta

kokoro nai yō da koyoi kindai koko ni nai antai
yuganderu yō da yururi taihai yuruganu kentai
se o mukeru yō da yomei ippai namari na mai raifu
tsukisasaru kōkai tsunoru kōhai tsukinami ni “ai”

dakara nandatten da nan nandaten da nandatten da nan nan da ten ten nandatten da ten ten da nanda nandatten da


iya iya iya iyagatte sanjō
iya iya iya wa ni natte san hai
yura yura yura nōnai manjō de iyagarizumu
runtattatta hai.

iya iya iya baiasu kanjō
iya iya iya kakumatte san hai
kura kura kura teitai onshō de merankorizumu
runtattatta

mō iya iya iya issai gassai
mō kura kura kura
mō mina mina mina reitan kanjō de mite minu furi otenomono hai.

iya iya iya iyagatte sanjō
iya iya iya tsuyogatte san hai
yura yura yura teitai byōshō mo itsuwarizumu
runtattatta hai.

iya iya iya iyagatte tanjō
iya iya iya wa ni natte san hai
kura kura kura mō nai kanjō de kiritorizumu
runtattatta

iyagarizumu
runtattatta hai.


~Translation~

How frail they seem, these teenagers, hiding away in their shells—a grave matter indeed.
Doesn’t look like they can walk the burdensome path of the future. They’re not gonna shoulder it so recklessly.
Looks like they’re growing numb from the cold, seeing as they’ve always been so weak. Meanwhile, the problem just keeps worsening.
Looks like this almost death-like state has never occurred in the past. A lifetime in vain.

So what if that’s the case?

I just
hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, and so it comes to life.
Hate it, hate it, hate it, make a circle, now!
Unsteadily, wobblingly, shakily, there’s hate-ism going on within the disaster inside my brain.
Runtattatta yeah!

Hate it, hate it, hate it, negative feelings
Hate it, hate it, hate it, fight against it, now!
Dizzily, giddily, woozily, I suffer from symptoms of stagnation and melancholism.
Runtattatta

So cruel it seems tonight. In the present day, a non-existent sense of tranquility.
Distorted, it seems like. Slowly, it degenerates. An unwavering fatigue.
Looks like I’ll just turn my back on it for the rest of my days. Leaden is my life.
My regret pierces through me. Devastation building up. An utterly commonplace “sorrow.”

And? So what if that’s the case?

I just
hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, and here I am.
Hate it, hate it, hate it, make a circle, now!
Unsteadily, wobblingly, shakily, my whole brain is unanimously steeped in hate-ism.
Runtattatta yeah!

Hate it, hate it, hate it, biased feelings.
Hate it, hate it, hate it, hide it away, now!
Dizzily, giddily, woozily, I suffer from hypothermia and melancholism.
Runtattatta

I just hate it, hate it, hate it, anything and everything.
It’s so dark, so dark, so dark.
Just that everyone, each and everyone, is always so indifferent, turning a blind eye—it’s right up their alley, yeah.

Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, what a disaster.
Hate it, hate it, hate it, put on a brave show, now!
Unsteadily, wobblingly, shakily, my severe pathology, too, is just fake-ism.
Runtattatta yeah!

Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, and so it comes to life.
Hate it, hate it, hate it, make a circle, now!
Dizzily, giddily, woozily, with none of my emotions left, I subscribe to cutting-ism.
Runtattatta

Hate-girl-ism.
Runtattatta yeah!

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