Breaking Things into Pieces (物をぱらぱら壊す)

**Breaking Things Into Pieces** (物をぱらぱら壊す, *Mono o Parapara Kowasu*[?]) is the eleventh track on the album *Kikuo Miku (きくおミク)*.

## Lyrics

* Japanese
* Romaji
* English

物を壊すのは何でこんなに楽しいんだ　オーレ！

物心ついたころから　色んな物を壊してきた

時計　茶碗　リモコン　積み木

大事なもの大切なものが　特に面白くって

人形　パズル　電話　写真

怒ってて泣いてて　みんなの顔は怖かったけれど

こんなに壊れやすいのに　そんなに大切にして

手の届くとこに置いておくだなんて

僕はおかしくって　不安で楽しくって　静かに手を伸ばし

ぱらぱら

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　君の物を壊すのが特に楽しくて

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　君の大事な物ほど特に楽しくて

ばらばら　ばらばら　むすんで　ひらいて

一度限りじゃ楽しめないから

なおして　こわして　なおして　こわして

君も元の　形を忘れてる

思い出が詰まったものほど何度も壊した

ぬいぐるみ　プラモ　ピアノ　手紙

気持ちがこもったものほど丁寧に壊した

楽器　絵画　焼き物　彫刻

物に願い想い込めるときに　人の魂が

乗り移り宿りいつまでも残るから

大事な物ほどたくさんの魂が

脆く息をして　生きてて楽しくって　静かに手をかけて

ぱらぱら

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　君の魂を何度も壊したくて

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　君の生きてる魂を消したくて

ばらばら　ばらばら　ばらばらになって

君の魂が消え行く瞬間

なおして　こわして　なおして　こわして

僕は笑って　君は泣いてる

ﾗﾗﾗﾗﾗﾗﾗﾗ・・・・・・

それでも

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　君は付いてきた　君は僕を愛してる

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　僕を愛する君を　僕は愛してる

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　君の魂は　もう僕に乗り移ったね

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　僕の魂も　もう君に乗り移ってる

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　君の大事な　ものをぱらぱら壊して

ぱらぱらぱらぱら

ぱらぱら　消えてなくなる　瞬間が気持よくて

ぱらぱら　ぱらぱら　君の大切な僕を　壊しちゃったから

なおして　こわして　なおせず　僕はずっと

君にごめんなさいを言えないまま

mono o kowasu no wa nande konna ni tanoshii nda oore!

monogokoro tsuita koro kara ironna mono o kowashite kita

tokei chawan rimokon tsumiki

daiji na mono taisetsu na mono ga toku ni omoshiroku tte

ningyou pazuru denwa shashin

okottete naitete minna no kao wa kowakatta keredo

konna ni kowareyasui noni sonna ni taisetsu ni shite

te no todoku toko ni oite oku da nante

boku wa okashiku tte fuan de tanoshiku tte shizuka ni te o nobashi

parapara

parapara parapara

parapara kimi no mono o kowasu no ga toku ni tanoshikute

parapara parapara

parapara kimi no daiji na mono hodo toku ni tanoshikute

barabara barabara musunde, hiraite

ichido kagiri ja tanoshimenai kara

naoshite kowashite naoshite kowashite

kimi mo moto no katachi o wasureteru

omoide ga tsumatta mono hodo nando mo kowashita

nuigurumi puramo piano tegami

kimochi ga komotta mono hodo teinei ni kowashita

gakki kaiga yakimono choukoku

mono ni negai omoi komeru toki ni hito no tamashii ga

noriutsuri yadori itsu made mo nokoru kara

daiji na mono hodo takusan no tamashii ga

moroku iki o shite ikitete tanoshiku tte shizuka ni te o kakete

parapara

parapara parapara

parapara kimi no tamashii o nando mo kowashitakute

parapara parapara

parapara kimi no ikiteru tamashii o keshitakute

barabara barabara barabara ni natte

kimi no tamashii ga kieyuku shunkan

naoshite kowashite naoshite kowashite

boku wa waratte kimi wa naiteru

rararararararara...

soredemo

parapara parapara

parapara kimi wa tsuite kita kimi wa boku o aishiteru

parapara parapara

parapara boku o aisuru kimi o boku wa aishiteru

parapara parapara

parapara kimi no tamashii wa mou boku ni noriutsutta ne

parapara parapara

parapara boku no tamashii mo mou kimi ni noriutsutteru

parapara parapara

parapara, kimi no daiji na mono o parapara kowashite

parapara parapara

parapara kiete nakunaru shunkan ga kimochiyokute

parapara parapara kimi no taisetsu na boku o kowashichatta kara

naoshite kowashite naosezu boku wa zutto

kimi ni gomen nasai o ienai mama

Why is it so fun to destroy things? Olé!

Since I became aware, I’ve destroyed a whole bunch of things:

Clocks, teacups, remote controls, building blocks…

Important and precious things are particularly entertaining:

Dolls, puzzles, phones, photos…

Whether they got mad or cried, everyone looked so scared. Still…

Things are so easy to break, and they’ve taken such good care of them yet they leave them in arm’s reach.

I get all weird and find the tension so fun.

Silently, I reach out.

Crumbly,

crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. It’s especially fun to break your things.

Crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. Your valuables are even more fun to break.

Things are all in pieces. Close, open…

I can’t have fun if it’s just once

so I fix it, break it, fix it, and break it again.

You, too, forget what it originally looked like.

I’ve even demolished things crammed full of memories:

Stuffed toys, plastic models, pianos, letters…

I’ve even carefully demolished things full of feelings:

Musical instruments, paintings, pottery, sculptures…

When people put their hopes and feelings in things,

their souls cross over and dwell in them, since they’ll last forever.

The more precious things exist, the more souls there are.

They breathe fragilely, enjoy life, and are then silently killed.

Crumbly,

crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. I want to keep breaking your soul.

Crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. I want to erase your living soul.

In pieces, in pieces, things end up in pieces

and the moment your soul vanishes…

I’ll fix it, I’ll break it, I’ll fix it and break it.

I laugh and you cry.

La la la la la…

Still,

crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. You followed along. You love me.

Crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. I love you, who also loves me.

Crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. Your soul is possessing me now.

Crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. My soul is possessing you now.

Crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. I crumble up your precious thing.

Crumbly, crumbly.

Crumbly. It feels so good the moment it vanishes.

Crumbly, crumbly. I destroyed myself, so precious to you,

so I fix it and break it and then I can’t fix it.

I can never say sorry to you.

**English translation by Releska**

## Discography

This song was featured on the following albums:

* Kikuo Miku (きくおミク)
* mono-oto
* VOCA☆FRE! -VOCALOID™ FRESHMEN-