Title: 紅い瞳
Romaji: Akai Hitomi
Translation: Crimson eyes
Arrangement: Comp
Lyrics: Comp
Vocals: Ranko
Original theme:
- Mukougawa no Tsuki – Oozora Majutsu ~ Magical Astronomy; track 10
Albums:
- Hyakuotogo [EX-Eientei] (disc 2, track 5)
- Omatome (track 5)
Sample:
Ranko: A scary song. It’s so eerie. The intro reminds me of Ultra Q.
Lyrics
湖面に映った青月
風が吹き揺れたならしたり顔
誰にも知られない様に
目に映れどそこには行けない
komen ni utsutta seigetsu
kaze ga fukiyureta nara shitarigao
dare ni mo shirarenai you ni
me ni utsuredo soko ni wa ikenai
餅ついて飛び跳ねる兎がいると聞かされ
よく見ればどす黒い穴が開いている
mochi tsuite tobihaneru usagi ga iru to kikasare
yoku mireba dosuguroi ana ga aite iru
そう長い歴史越えて超えて 暗い過去は穴を掘り埋めて
そう「私達は悪くない」と兎が笑った
sou nagai rekishi koete koete kurai kako wa ana wo horiumete
sou “watashitachi wa warukunai” to usagi ga waratta
何故に兎の目の色は
赤く紅く黒い血の色なの？
瞳は見たものを映し
見過ぎたモノの色に染まるの
naze ni usagi no me no iro wa
akaku akaku kuroi chi no iro na no?
hitomi wa mita mono wo utsushi
misugita mono no iro ni somaru no
首切れて飛び跳ねる罪人を肴にして
酒飲んで飛び跳ねる そんな暮らしかも
kubi kirete tobihaneru tsumibito wo sakana ni shite
sake nonde tobihaneru sonna kurashi kamo
そう長い歴史染めて染めて 腐る死体は穴掘り埋めて
そう月には穴が増え続け いつしかデコボコ
sou nagai rekishi somete somete kusaru shitai wa ana horiumete
sou tsuki ni wa ana ga fuetsudzuke itsushika dekoboko
そう月の歴史ねじ曲がって
そう長い歴史越えて超えて 暗い過去は穴を掘り埋めて
そう「私達は悪くない」と兎が笑った
sou tsuki no rekishi nejimagatte
sou nagai rekishi koete koete kurai kako wa ana wo horiumete
sou “watashitachi wa warukunai” to usagi ga waratta
Translation
The clear reflection of the moon in the lake surface
When the wind blew and swayed it, I smirked
I don’t want anyone to know
It can be seen, but one can’t go there
I heard that there is a mochi-pounding, hopping rabbit
If you look closely, you’ll see a dark hole in the ground
So, across and surpassing the long history, the dark past is buried in a hole
So, “It’s not our fault” The rabbit laughed
Why are the rabbit’s eyes of
The color of red, crimson, black blood?
Its eyes reflect what we have seen
They’re stained with the colors of things we’ve seen too much of
It makes fun of the decapitated, hopping sinners
Drinking and hopping. It may conduct this kind of life
So, dyeing the long history, rotting corpses are buried in a hole
So, the moon gets more holes, and its surface gradually becomes uneven
So, the history of the moon is twisting
So, across and surpassing the long history, the dark past is buried in a hole
So, “It’s not our fault” The rabbit laughed