Hangover - English

Dizzy spells at languid 13PM
Where is this?  Who am I?
I have no hope of getting ahead about that
This’s probably  the fault of the deeds in my former existence

When you look at the world cynically
It’s an array of clichéd affection
When you think as unsympathetically as possible
Your thoughts coil around and your mental seems to dissolve
Today too, when you become aware of it again it’s 25AM
As there is no single thing which changes
“Tomorrow it is, Tomorrow it really will change!”
It’s an infinite loop saying this  I’m really fed up with it

Abracadabra-rah
Can you hear it?・・・
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo-yah
Can you see it?・・・
Whether it’s a dream, an illusion or a scary tale
A whisper’s coming from out of nowhere

Arising  in that passion
There’s a merit which money can’t buy・・・
Bang bang, hang it over
If you release it, you can’t turn back ever again
Like spilled water・・・
Super duper, hang it over
Even that enshrouding irritation
By no means does it belong to anyone・・・
Everybody, hang it over
Enough that you drag it along to the next existence -
It’s the one and only life
Be intoxicated with it to the point that you cease functioning**

What time is my life’s clock now?
About how much have I got left?
It seems to end without me being able to become someone
It’s absolutely the after-effects from my previous existence

Abracadabra-rah
Are you struggling?・・・
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo-yah
Are you shouting?・・・
Is it a trick of the wind or did I mishear?
There’s a thoughtlessly muttering voice nearby

It plunges forward  to that future
The uneven road suits it well・・・
Bang bang, hang it over
The shortcut you’re looking for on the map
May be a sudden upgrade・・・
Super duper, hang it over
Being petrified  and yet opposing
That’s not for someone’s sake・・・
Everybody, hang it over
The tale which continues on from the previous existence -
An incomplete life
Be intoxicated with it to the extent that you’re shocked・・・

Abracadabra-rah
Can you hear it?
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo-yah
Can you see it?
Whether it’s a dream, an illusion or a scary tale
That was a natural outcry of the heart

Arising  in this passion
There’s a merit which money can’t buy
Bang bang, hang it over
If you release it, you can’t turn back every again
Like spilled water
Super duper, hang it over
Even this enshrouding irritation
By no means does it belong to anyone
Everybody, hang it over
Enough that you drag it along to the next existence -
It’s the one and only life
I’ll be intoxicated with it intensely***

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✩Source: nightskydancer

**[T/N: Other options include “getting smashed”, “becoming useless” and “going bankrupt”]

***[T/N: “Gangan” also describes the pounding of a headache.]