紅い瞳 | Akai Hitomi

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