鬼美影演舞狂-狐ノ嫁入リ- || The Beautiful Shadow of the Demon’s Frenzied Dance -The Fox’s Wedding-

歌詞

愛情　怨み　性欲　殺意　一人、二人、三　四　五　六
首筋かすめた　千本の雨と　死に行く大名　飢え行く農民
私の世話役　雇われ乞食に　異常な殺意が　沸いてこみ上げる
私はあおられ　赤色の着物　君の温もりでおかしくなりそう。

刃物を握って何を見てるの？　戻れぬ自分とお話しましょ？

舞姫気取りで鼻緒を蹴り上げ
知らぬ語らぬはまかり通らんさ
血塗れ歌姫　首無し舞姫
その顔は白痴　つんぼの下駄技

一人、二人　奴隷を並べて　君の温もりでおかしくなりそう
愛情　怨み　性欲　殺意　一人、二人、三　四　五　六

鋸挽き　笑わず　狐ノ嫁入り
全てを返せと　物乞いは語る
鏡に笑って　赤ん坊胎んで
全てが終わると　語れず化け猫

今宵の見世物　間もなく開演　一人、二人　奴隷を並べて
幕が上がれば　全てを忘れて　さあ、さあ、ようこそ鬼畜のどつぼへ
下衆な観客は　目玉かっぴろげ　始まりを告げる　返り血を浴びて
私はあおられ　君をメッタ刺し　君の温もりでおかしくなりそう

猫柳の下　待ち続けてる　首に縄を掛け　人形娯楽

物乞い老婆と　乞食の集落
門の屍にゃ　銭もかけられぬ
カラスに任せて　処で潰れて
怯えて暮らすさ　それだけの事さ

刃物を握って何を見てるの？　戻れぬ自分とお話しましょ？

舞姫気取りで鼻緒を蹴り上げ
知らぬ語らぬはまかり通らんさ
血塗れ歌姫　首無し舞姫
その顔は白痴　つんぼの下駄技

狐ノ嫁入り　鬼火に送られ
全てを許すと　人形託した

愛情　怨み　性欲　殺意、一人、二人、三　四　五　六
雨傘無くした　孤独な花嫁　剥ぎ取られた面で　隠してる
次は誰かしら　次は誰かしら　眠るも孤独な黒夢うつつで

最後に抱いてとあなたに呟く
開けて？開けて？開けて？開けて？

Romanisation

aijou, urami, seiyoku, satsui hitori, futari, san, yon, go, roku
kubisuji kasumeta senbon no ame to shi ni yuku daimyou ue yuku noumin
watashi no sewayaku yatoware kojiki ni ijou na satsui ga waite komiageru
watashi wa aorare akairo no kimono kimi no nukumori de okashiku narisou.

hamono wo nigitte nani wo miteru no? modorenu jibun to o-hanashi shimasho?

maihime kidori de hanao wo keri age
shiranu kataranu wa makari tooran sa
chimamire utahime kubi nashi maihime
sono kao wa hakuchi tsunbo no geta waza

hitori, futari dorei wo narabete kimi no nukumori de okashiku narisou
aijou, urami, seiyoku, satsui hitori, futari, san, yon, go, roku

nokogiribiki warawazu kitsune no yomeiri
subete wo kaese to monogoi wa kataru
kagami ni waratte akanbou harande
subete ga owaru to katarezu bakeneko

koyoi no misemono mamonaku kaien hitori, futari dorei wo narabete
maku ga agareba subete wo wasurete saa, saa, youkoso kichiku no dotsubo e
gesu na kankyaku wa medama kappiroge hajimari wo tsugeru kaeri chi wo abite
watashi wa aorare kimi wo mettazashi kimi no nukumori de okashiku narisou

nekoyanagi no shita machi tsudzuketeru kubi ni nawa wo kake ningyou goraku

monogoi rouba to kojiki no shuuraku
mon no shikabane nya zeni mo kakerarenu
karasu ni makasete tokoro de tsuburete
obiete kurasu sa sore dake no koto sa

hamono wo nigitte nani wo miteru no? modorenu jibun to o-hanashi shimasho?

maihime kidori de hanao wo keriage
shiranu kataranu wa makaritooran sa
chimamire utahime kubi nashi maihime
sono kao wa hakuchi tsunbo no geta waza

kitsune no yomeiri onibi ni okurare
subete wo yurusu to ningyou takushita

aijou, urami, seiyoku, satsui hitori, futari, san, yon, go, roku
amagasa naku shita kodoku na hanayome hagitorareta dzura de kakushiteru
tsugi wa dare kashira tsugi wa dare kashira nemuru mo kodoku na kuro yumeutsutsu de

saigo ni daite to anata ni tsubuyaku
akete? akete? akete? akete?

Translation

Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses… One person, two people, three, four, five, six.
A rain of 1000 needles brushed against the dying daimyo’s neck as his people starved.
An unusual murderous impulse welled up in the starving beggars I hired to serve me.
I was stirred up by that red kimono. Your warmth will make me go mad.

What are you looking at, grasping that blade of yours? Will you talk to your irrecoverable past self?

I kicked up my geta straps, imitating a dancing girl.
Not knowing and not speaking is forbidden.
The songstress was bloodstained, and the dancing girl was headless.
Their faces were foolish, their geta movements unskilled.

Lining up the slaves: one, two. Your warmth will make me go mad.
Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses… One person, two people, three, four, five, six.

The ones who died by sawing do not smile at the fox’s wedding.
The beggars speak, saying “give it all back!”
Smiling at the mirror, with a baby in her womb.
The bakeneko cannot speak if everything comes to an end.

Soon, the curtain will raise on tonight’s spectacle. One, two, I line the slaves up.
When the curtain rises, you’ll forget everything. Now, welcome! Welcome to the pit of savages.
The brutish audience has their eyes wide open. It begins, and they bathe in spurts of blood.
I’m all worked up. I stab you, over and over. Your warmth will make me go mad.

I continue to wait beneath the pussy willows. I amuse myself with dolls, placing their heads in nooses.

The beggar hag begs in the beggars’ settlement
But not a single coin is on the corpses at the gate.
Left to the crows, they’re crushed where they lie.
Be frightened and live! It’s as simple as that.

What are you looking at, grasping that blade of yours? Will you talk to your irrecoverable past self?

I kicked up my geta straps, imitating a dancing girl.
Not knowing and not speaking is forbidden.
The songstress was bloodstained, and the dancing girl was headless.
Their faces were foolish, their geta movements unskilled.

Escorted to the fox’s wedding by the will-o’-wisps,
I entrusted them to the dolls, saying “All is forgiven.”

Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses… One person, two people, three, four, five, six.
The lonely bride lost her umbrella. She hides, acting as if all was stripped away.
Who’s next? Who’s next, I wonder? Sleep brings with it solitary darkness, in the threshold between dreams and reality.

I embrace you in the end and I whisper:
“Open up? Open up? Open up? Open up?”