This one's mine.
"Bright Sun in the Head of the Girls, Translation Number One."
これはさっきやった失敗 "Bright Sun in the Head of the Girls."
というやつのとてもいい 加減な適当な翻訳です
訴訟を起こしてごらん アッハッハッ
"The preceding line explains the fact that this,
what you're hearing, is an irresponsible and mediocre
translation of the poem from earlier called 'Bright Sun
in the Head of the Girls.'
And then at the end of the line I
said "sue me" in Japanese, which caused a giggle.
When the mediocre translator gives up on translating,
a party of five begins.
まあとにかく、かくかく しかしそれだけでなく、
明るいカラっカラに 乾燥した牛の糞
That was the bright, dried cow shit.
牛の糞, right?
And then the bright, hidden stones is the
明るーい きれいな石ころコロコロ
心の中には貴重な粘度の笛, 口笛
That was the bright, precious clay whistles.
Did you blow it, or did you blow it?
でもやはり翻訳はここまでとします
10時54分、もう夜遅いし あなたの野暮ったさに疲れたし
実は今日結構辛かったし
When girl F finally gets to sleep with girl H,
the bright wounds hammered into gossamer threads
wrapped around the heart of girl H reached
through the bright lines, leaving tracks
on the marrow of girl F. Yeah, that was the original.
The mediocre translator's over there now, dropping her shit.
That's the word ふん, synonymous with the counter
for minutes, so she says.
10:54, ふん, a stupid pun that
signals how she's feeling about being asked
to play the role of the shitty translator
at this late hour in the day.
ここでせんといとが転がりかけ落ちなが らお互いにキラキラと輝きだして
そもそもその愛情そのものが熱を 貯めて貯めて小さな可愛い太陽になって
その太陽は鳥の巣の ような頭の上にあるのが
実際問題そんなことをすると 危険で見つかってしまうので
The lines and 英語の文章の threads fall into each other
and over a mutual sparkling of their hot, little sun.
They are not up in the head, as advertised,
but 隠れろ that is how they 逃げろ protect themselves.
Get out.
逃げろ, get out."