[初音ミク] Asteroid [ENG/ITA/Romaji sub] 

I don't know what to say... this song drained my feelings in the most beautiful way. I cried while listening to it for the first time, while translating it, and while making the video. It just makes me so emotional.
It is, as usual, one of Powapowa-P's songs. I would like to thank pallax for requesting it and for providing the link to both the song and the kanji lyrics. I couldn't have known this little masterpiece otherwise.
Unfortunately, I was unable to guess what the first spoken part actually says, but I translated the official lyrics anyway since I thought they were important. This song has many verses that can be interpreted quite freely, so I hope I succeeded in conveying at least part of the thoughts that siina wanted to express.
This song also contain a few references to other siinamota songs that I, myself, have translated, such as Wagahai Wa (I Am) and In My Head, so if you're curious you can go listen to them too.
Let me know if you need me to send you the romaji lyrics.
Illustration: Yuu (Plasm)
[AGLI ISCRITTI ITALIANI: La descrizione sarebbe troppo lunga se inserissi anche la traduzione italiana qui, quindi la inserirò nei commenti! Grazie per la pazienza]
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Dressed up as a girl, God killed herself with a pistol.
On her eyelids topped with mascara there was a drop of water that weighed less than one gram.
In a psychedelic society, you can only receive psychedelic punishments.
Is it so because this same society wants to show off its intentions? In any case, I don't understand.
(The rotten smell of a run-down apartment and the sound of a drain pipe.
Guests entering and exiting a family restaurant and the corpse of a bird that I tried to throw in the air.
The scent of a stiff carpet and the sensation of dust on my skin.
A man lying motionless on the asphalt and
The sound of the wind caressing the wet grass after a rainfall.
In a town made up of these things-)
We ride a dark grey bus.
Forgetting even that the driver's there, we start to sing.
If I plug my earphones tight into my ears,
The song that I'll hear will surely be
A lie, as always.
You told spoke words with a facial expression which
Pierced my heart like a a drop of water that weighs less than one gram.
If you speak kindly, you will get kind words in return.
I've been told that this is logical, but I don't need to hear that.
(Everything is being transmitted:
Violence, happiness, unhappiness, love,
The middle of that expanded rail,
The fact that there are some things I want to tell you. For example, the fact that my dog died,
That the manga I bought today was awfully boring,
That I moved house, that that drama was unspeakably boring,
That now I'm astonished, that I laughed, that I cried...)
The very same stars that were asked to grant such a load of happiness
Ultimately dropped our wishes and left us to stagnate.
So few things are similar to before, and so few things are different.
For some reason it's still not enough:
It's all a lie, as always.
I don't need a goodbye, nor words.
Lining up this kind of excuses, I go on.
If I plug my earphones tight into my ears,
The song that I'll hear will be...
We ride a dark grey bus.
We head towards the place where She awaits us.
I strained my eyes and I was able to see
That you
Had your hair in a braid, as usual.
That you were a lie, as always.