アリス・ザ・エニグマティクドール
arisu za enigumatiku dooru
Alice, the Enigmatic Doll
Vocals: めらみぽっぷ (Meramipop)
Lyrics: RD-Sounds
Arranged by: RD-Sounds
Album: 密 (Hisoka) [Official site]
Circle: 凋叶棕 (Diao ye zong)
Event: C89
Original themes: The Doll Maker of Bucuresti [ブクレシュティの人形師]
Forest of Dolls [人形の森]
Enigmatic Doll [エニグマティクドール]
Circus Reverie [サーカスレヴァリエ]
Requested by: adelheid
And here it is. My most favourite track from the album. Even though RD yet again uses Circus Reverie without incorporating the part of the original theme that I like the most… [I can also hear the Song of Storms in there, though I don’t think it was intentional]
I wouldn’t go so far as to say this is a retelling of the Dolls in Pseudo Pararadise story, but it’s heavily linked to it, with several concepts popping up in both.
Also, I never got around to translating the titles of the instrumental tracks. Since the last post for this album will be a bit different, I’ll put them here:
-ジ・アフターマス [ji afutaamasu] = ‘The Aftermath’
-それは時代と共に [sore wa jidai to tomo ni] = ‘It Changes With the Times’
-マエリベリー・ハーンの憂鬱 [maeriberii haan no yuutsu] = ‘The Melancholy of Maribel Hearn’
-宇佐見蓮子と秘密の箱庭 [usami renko to himitsu no hakoniwa] = ‘Renko Usami and the Secret Miniature Garden’
Unofficial translation/非公式の英訳
[Today’s Program: “The 8 Close Friends from the Village”]
The curtains open,
Dazzling the crowd.
Well, now! I wonder where today’s stage is?
Now, gather!
Come, gather!
A corner of the village has become the playhouse…
My childish eyes, full of longing,
Gaze at the actors, who dance as if they are alive.
They had sworn an eternal oath together:
The eight companions dance happily.
No life dwells within them.
I know that, but their performance seems so full of life.
A magic that can hide their true nature –
I ask the master of the playhouse whether it exists or not…
They smile,
And the light in their eyes is adorned with secrets…
That, too
Is an enigma. One that can never be solved…
Aah,
Their figure is smeared with deceit!
It is as if they are a vulgar crook…
As if I’ll ever be fooled
By fairy-tales full of nothing but lies!
But…
On the other side of their unfathomable smile,
Like that of a skillful swindler, lay –
“Are people like you ones who reveal secrets?”
I was challenged without words.
…I must have been afraid of them,
So full of riddles.
[Today’s Program: “The Boy and the Witch of the Forest of Dolls”]
He was walking alone
In the forest.
He sought to save his friends
From the wicked witch…
Seeking to uncover everything,
He crept in to the witch’s den
And countless repulsive dolls were inside…
Now –
Off with their heads! Another! Off with their heads!
Even so, the rain will never end…
Off with their heads! Another! Off with their heads!
Still, the rain will never end…
Off with their heads! Another! Off with their heads!
More, more! The rain will never end…
Off with their heads! Another! Off with their heads!
There’s no doubt – the rain will never end…
They, with a light in their eyes, spoke thus:
“Do not restrain things that are beyond your control.”
He exposed everything and brought it to light.
Wicked witch –
What is your true form?!
Aah…
There lay the figure of the panicked, flustered witch.
She resembled a foolish clown.
As if you will be forgiven for your crimes –
For fooling people with mere child’s play.
But
What was waiting after the dawn,
After everything had been laid bare…?
He mustered his courage, forgetting his sorrow.
He was roused by his earnest thoughts…
Aah,
Perhaps he was a doll like them?
Now is the time for that final question…
Their existence – that divine object –
Is the ‘agalmatophilia’ of dreams and illusions. (1)
But
That answer must not be given.
It is no longer a question that bears asking.
The moment he opened the door,
It was too late for him to turn back.
…I must have longed for this body,
So void of secrets.
[Today’s Program: “The 9 Close Friends from the Village”]
The curtains open,
Dazzling the crowd.
Well, now! I wonder where today’s stage is?
Now, gather!
Come, gather!
Even if everyone is not present.
Childish eyes, full of longing,
Gaze at the actors, who dance as if they are alive.
Made to enter this village once more,
The ninth companion danced cheerfully…
Translator’s note
(1) Agalmatophilia refers to the sexual attraction to dolls, or a fixation with the idea of being transformed into a doll. It is also linked to Pygmalionism, which refers to an attraction towards objects that one has created.
Releska 
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