鳥居の向こうの夢蒔絵 || The Dream Maki-e Beyond the Torii

歌詞

子守唄を聴く
このゼンマイを回すだけでいい
いつも同じ歌飽きずに歌っている

いつまでいつまで廻っているの
掠れる音 歯車声と重ねて
いつまでいつまでドアを閉めるの？
誰かが外から手招く

鳥居に呑まれたら木の葉が線を引く夢蒔絵
乾いた漆はいつかの瞳に見える
貴方が手を引いて記憶に落ちてない夢蒔絵
錆びれた傷にも華やぎの色が宿る

子守唄を聴くこのゼンマイを回すだけでいい
長い年月で声が枯れ始める

いつまでいつまで生きてられるの？
霞んだ音 歯車壊れかけてた
どうしてどうして幅が違うの？
与えられた時間の粒

季節に呑まれたら滅びに傾いた夢蒔絵
乾いた漆は長い記憶を眺める
貴方が見せたがる館に落ちてない夢蒔絵
儚げに佇む一瞬が美しい

鳥居に呑まれたら木の葉が線を引く夢蒔絵
乾いた漆はいつかの瞳に見える
貴方が手を引いて記憶に落ちてない夢蒔絵
錆びれた景色に子守唄を添えて描く

Romanisation

komori uta wo kiku
kono zenmai wo mawasu dake de ii
itsumo onaji uta akizu ni utatte iru

itsu made itsu made mawatte iru no
kasureru oto haguruma koe to kasanete
itsu made itsu made doa wo shimeru no?
dareka ga soto kara temaneku

torii ni nomaretara konoha ga sen wo hiku yume makie
kawaita urushi wa itsuka no hitomi ni mieru
anata ga te wo hiite kioku ni ochitenai yume makie
sabireta kizu ni mo hanayagi no iro ga yadoru

komori uta wo kiku kono zenmai wo mawasu dake de ii
nagai toshi tsuki de koe ga kare hajimeru

itsu made itsu made ikiterareru no?
kasunda oto haguruma koware kaketeta
doushite doushite haba ga chigau no?
ataerareta jikan no tsubu

kisetsu ni nomaretara horobi ni katamuita yume makie
kawaita urushi wa nagai kioku wo nagameru
anata ga misetagaru yakata ni ochitenai yume makie
hakanage ni tatazumu isshun ga utsukushii

torii ni nomaretara konoha ga sen wo hiku yume makie
kawaita urushi wa itsuka no hitomi ni mieru
anata ga te wo hiite kioku ni ochitenai yume makie
sabireta keshiki ni komori uta wo soete egaku

Translation

I listen to a lullaby.
All I have to do is wind this spring.
It always sings the same song, without getting tired.

How long, how long will it go around?
A scraping sound from the gears is heard over my voice.
How long, how long will the door remain closed?
Somebody beckons from outside.

The dream maki-e depicts the foliage, which draws a line when engulfed by the torii.
Its dried lacquer can be seen by someone, someday.
The dream maki-e depicts you. You pull my hand and will not fall into my memories.
Brilliant colours rest even in my rusty wounds.

I listen to a lullaby. All I have to do is wind this spring.
That voice begins to wither as the long years pass.

How long, how long can I live?
Blurred sounds. The gears were close to breaking.
Why, why is there a gap?
These are small grains of the time I was given.

The dream maki-e fell to ruin after being engulfed by the seasons.
Its dried lacquer gazes upon long memories.
The dream maki-e will not fall into the mansion you wanted to show me.
That fleeting moment, in which I stand still, is so beautiful.

The dream maki-e depicts the foliage, which draws a line when engulfed by the torii.
Its dried lacquer can be seen by someone, someday.
The dream maki-e depicts you. You pull my hand and will not fall into my memories.
I add a lullaby to the rusty landscape, and draw.