機械油 [Kikaiyu] [English translation]

Hello

I enter, having skipped the morning meeting

I pity your unusual misunderstandings

Yaaay, I wish I could feel what you feel

We're different and that's okay

It's super rude to expect me to be

just like you want

I justify it with our interpretation

01, your kind of correct

Yeo, outdoor unit, electric fan, washing machine

Staying steady, I won't be broken, I won't give up

Yeo, with a cheerful tempo

If we're both humans,

we'll have a peaceful world without conflict

If I'm wrong, correct me all you like

If you're aiming at me, we're starting at 0 points

I'm hopeless with machines but I still feel the rhythm

My mind is full of loneliness

I want somebody to notice me

I want to shout in a small voice in the flesh again

We're the dance floor generation, the Zutomayo expeditionary force

I won't lose it, let's survive this evaluation meeting

A four-tatami-room and a fan

Adjusting, please stand by

Strike the crackling microwave

Quite surely

Without clinging terror

Ignoring the assumed impeachment

in a deadly, extreme way

One way or another

I want to be saved by the words, "I'll manage somehow"

I want to forgive and become free

The Kottekote men are hard as burrs

Leyla, be on your guard even in the best situation

You have a right to choose

a number that will save you

Unfamiliar gratitude, I love chains

If you don't notice the inconsistencies, it's a pitiful inspection

Yea, thanks for giving birth to me

But I want to kill acne

I want to kill acne

I want to eat dan dan noodles

Adjusting, please stand by

Strike the crackling microwave

Quite surely

Without clinging terror

Ignoring the assumed impeachment

in a deadly, extreme way

One way or another

I want to be saved by the words, "I'll manage somehow"

I want to forgive and become free

I'm hopeless with machines but I still feel the rhythm

My mind is full of loneliness

I want somebody to notice me

I want to shout in a small voice in the flesh again

We're the dance floor generation, the Zutomayo expeditionary force

I won't lose it, let's survive this incorrectness

On the road, so funny

Adjusting, please stand by

Strike the crackling microwave

Quite surely

Without clinging terror

Ignoring the assumed impeachment

in a deadly, extreme way

One way or another

I want to be saved by the words, "I'll manage somehow"

I want to forgive and become free