Saturday, August 31, 2013

Preparade [English Adaptation Lyrics]

Prepare! Make preparations!
I know that I’m not strong, but I still say
Prepare! Make a parade now!
I am sure I’ll catch up to you someday!

If you pay attention, soon you will see
How my fingers poke you, relentlessly
I may be tiny, but still beware
I know I can crush you as if you’re not there

The thing I want is, a plastic heart to hold my feelings
(Adding on, adding on, but in the end it’s all gone)
But I suppose that that’s too boring too
By the time I would notice, I would beat you

Love is something hard to find that tastes bittersweet
Such a complex flavor that is simple to eat
I spend too much time chasing things that are not real
That’s just how it works. That is how it feels

You’re too gentle and sincere in an eccentric mix
I pretend to be strong to confront you like this
Just by being honest, I feel dizzy inside
I keep getting hurt by you, you keep getting hurt by me
Prepare all our feelings we hide

By polishing myself, I can still shine
Limits falter when I clear my mind
Even though I’m tiny, I still won’t lose
I’ll face anybody and live how I choose

If you endure it, then someday I will come and get your heart
[Endure it, endure it, patience is vital to this!]
If you get closer, when I’m not prepared
I might lose all composure and slowly crack

People can be kind and petty at the same time
Hardship and refreshment vary based on your mind
Even when they want to cry they grin ear from ear
Is that still a loss if it’s not sincere?
You are someone brilliant who can take things head on
So I have to sneak attack to get my revenge
Just by going straight ahead, I’m driven to fear
In my head the pre-parade, and the plans that I have made
All march past on their way here

People can be kind and petty at the same time
Hardship and refreshment vary based on your mind
Maybe you will wonder if your feelings are real
Is that how it goes? This is how it feels?
You are someone brilliant who can take things head on
So I have to take my chance before it is gone
Just by going straight ahead, I’m driven to fear
In my head the pre-parade, and the plans that I have made
All march past on their way here
Still I say it’s meant to be, we get along perfectly,
Marching onwards with the parade

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