闇焼きのサテ (Yami Yaki no Sate)
Black-Crackers
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闇焼きのサテ (Yami Yaki no Sate)
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Black-Crackers
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[Verse 1]
ひと串ずつ
One skewer at a time
数えながら 名前をつけた
Counting, I gave them names
ひと欠片ずつ
One piece at a time
忘れたい日を刺していく
Skewering the days I want to forget
焦げた匂い
The burnt smell
胸の奥 似ている気がして
Feels just like deep inside my chest
舌の先で
On the tip of my tongue
まだ温い 約束が揺れる
A still-warm promise trembles
[Chorus]
闇焼きのサテ かじれば戻れない
Dark-grilled satay, once you bite you can't go back
甘いタレに沈む 言えなかった「さよなら」
Sinking in sweet sauce, the "goodbye" I couldn't say
噛み切れないまま 笑った傷口
Unable to bite through, a wound that smiled
歯形のあとで じわり 血が呼び合う
After the teeth marks, slowly, our blood calls to each other
[Verse 2]
祭りの跡
Traces of the festival
紙くずだけ 風に鳴ってる
Only scraps of paper rustling in the wind
誰もいない
No one is here
ベンチの裏でひとりきり
All alone behind the bench
竹串の先
The tip of the bamboo skewer
黒く凍った心のようだね
It's like a heart frozen black, isn't it
頬を伝う
Running down my cheek
ソースなのか涙なのかわからない
I can't tell if it's sauce or tears
[Pre-Chorus]
食べ残した影を
The leftover shadows
誰が片づけるの
Who will clean them up
私じゃない 私だね
Not me, it's me, isn't it
(ああ…)
(ah...)
[Chorus]
闇焼きのサテ 焦げれば同じだと
Dark-grilled satay, you say it's all the same when burnt
笑うふりで隠す 焼き直せない言葉
Hiding with a fake smile, words that can't be re-grilled
噛み砕くたびに 古い夜がしみる
Every time I crush it between my teeth, an old night seeps in
飲み込んだあとで もっと喉が渇く
After swallowing, my throat gets even thirstier
[Bridge]
月光に刺されて
Pierced by moonlight
白い歯がきしむ
White teeth grinding
誰かの幸せ 串に刺して
Skewering someone else's happiness
ひと口で終わらせたい
I want to end it in one bite
串の列 墓標みたい
The row of skewers, like gravestones
机の上 小さな墓地
On the desk, a small graveyard
「おいしいね」とつぶやいて
Muttering "it's delicious"
自分の心 焼き尽くす
Burning my own heart to ashes
[Chorus]
闇焼きのサテ もう温くもない
Dark-grilled satay, not even warm anymore
冷めた脂のような 二人分の未来
A future for two, like cold grease
噛み切れないまま 残ったやさしさを
The kindness that remained, I couldn't bite through
ゴミ箱の中で そっと眠らせる
I let it sleep softly inside the trash bin
[Outro]
最後の串
The last skewer
そっと折って 棄てた指先
Gently snapped, with fingertips that threw it away
鉄の味が
The taste of iron
まだ消えないまま
Still won't go away