Trash

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,

The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,

Maybe it's our kookiness,

Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,

Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,

Maybe it's our looseness,

たぶん、そうだと思うんだ

僕らが身に着けているものは洋服

味気ないブレスレット

色を抜いた髪

そんな僕らは変わり者なのかもしれない

それとも、もしかしたら

行き場のないこの街のせいなのかも

価値の見出せない場所

セロファンのような音楽

僕らが不安定なだけなのかもしれない

But we're trash, you and me,

We're the litter on the breeze,

We're the lovers on the streets,

Just trash, me and you,

It's in everything we do,

It's in everything we do...

でも僕たちはゴミクズなんだよ、君も僕も

風に吹かれれば飛んでいってしまう軽さ

街角で出くわす恋人たち

でもゴミクズなんだよ、僕も君も

どんなことをしたって

僕ら自身がガラクタなんだよ

Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,

The words we've heard and the music we play,

Maybe it's our cheapness,

Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,

The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,

Maybe it's our sweetness,

たぶん、そうだと思うんだ

僕らの発言

耳にした言葉、やっている音楽

そんな僕らは安っぽい奴らなのかもしれない

それとも、もしかしたら

僕らの経験のせいなのかも

だらしなく過ごした日々

気分任せに熱を上げては冷めて

そんなところが僕らの魅力なのかもしれない

But we're trash, you and me,

We're the litter on the breeze,

We're the lovers on the streets,

Just trash, me and you,

It's in everything we do,

It's in everything we do.