死んでいるみたいに眠ってる [Shindeiru mitai ni nemutteru] [English translation]

I want to break the law. It's not like good people are rewarded.

Holden, or Dean Moriarty. I want to steal a car and run away.

After all, we're materialistic. But I'll pass on being a slave to possessions,

sitting up all proper for them. I can't double cross the joy of life.

Even sadness is a joy. It's not an escape from reality in the slightest.

Because the epicenter of this trembling body pulsates on the other side of fear,

I'm sleeping like I'm dead. Each time I grasp mud I'm dirtied.

Straining my ears, I try to hear. My sleeping breath carries the scent of the future.

Mentally, I'm at a total loss. I want to sprawl out in an open field and sleep.

I badmouthed that, I badmouthed it by telling myself to work more.

I want to firmly reject my past. Youth is a war with peace.

I want to sing a new song. The Forever Young I listened to on my cassette player.

I'm sleeping like I'm dead. I pop sorrow right between the eyes.

At my pillowside, carnage ensues. I shed tears, growing angry.

I can't back something that's wrong, that's fundamental dignity.

I'll have achieved my goal if I'll die alone by the road. If I end myself as I am.

I'm sleeping like I'm dead. Someone from far off is waving at me.

I ignore that. I see it, but I ignore it.

I'm sleeping like I'm dead. Each time I grasp mud I'm dirtied.

Straining my ears, I try to hear. My sleeping breath carries the scent of the future.