桃幻浪漫 || A Romance of Peach Illusions

桃幻浪漫
momogen rouman
A Romance of Peach Illusions

Vocals: Airots
Lyrics: 永原さくら (Nagahara Sakura)
Composed by: 小高光太郎 (Kotaro Odaka), UiNA
Source: 千の刃濤、桃花染の皇姫 (Sen no Hatou, Tsukisome no Kouki)
Single release date: 27 September 2019

Requested by: Skeleton Wright


日本語

踊れ桃吹雪 此の世は愉し桃幻浪漫
現の夢よ
(千夜万夜兆夜一寸の刀の斬の如し)

今宵も忘れはしない早春の恋
花あかり酔いしれた麗しい時
明けては暮れる歳月 想い募り
誓う永久に共にあること
(謳え桃花染の都 謳え桃花染の宮)

そぼ降る花流す雨
寄せ来る冷たき波濤にさえ
慄く事無く受けて立とう
儚き刹那の一代 いざ彩なしましょう人よ
(千夜万夜兆夜一寸の刀の斬の如し)

踊れ舞い踊れ桃吹雪
此の世は愉し桃幻浪漫
誰がために日は出ずるのだろうか
高く高く昇る 己のために
舞い遊べよ桃霞 いずれ巡り逢う花弁
散りて筏となりまた一興
浮き橋となるのもまた一興
現の夢はここに解けぬ縁結び
謳う浪漫 伝う浪漫 春爛漫
舞い踊れ舞い踊れ舞い踊れ 称えよ ハ

(千夜万夜兆夜一寸の刀の斬の如し)
貴方も忘れぬでしょうか早春の恋
星あかり照り返す香しい時
枯れては茂る梢に二人契る
幾度となく立ち上がること
(謳え桃花染の都 謳え桃花染の宮)

戦の兆しの一夜 嘆くな愛しき人よ
(千夜万夜兆夜一寸の刀の斬の如し)

踊れ舞い踊れ桃嵐 魂美し桃幻浪漫
誰がために風は吹くのだろうか
強く強く進む 己のために
舞い上がれよ桃霞 そして巡り逢う花弁
寄りて大輪となり伝う浪漫

桃花染の香りに抱かれて

浮世の情景幻かと 問われる朧月夜
共に見た幻は真 雨上がり返り咲く

踊れ舞い踊れ桃吹雪
此の世は愉し桃幻浪漫
誰がために日は出ずるのだろうか
高く高く昇る 己のために
舞い遊べよ桃霞 いずれ巡り逢う花弁
散りて筏となりまた一興
浮き橋となるのもまた一興
現の夢はここに解けぬ縁結び
謳う浪漫 伝う浪漫 春爛漫
舞い踊れ舞い踊れ舞い踊れ 称えよ ハ

Romanisation

odore momo fubuki kono yo wa tanoshi momogen rouman
utsutsu no yume yo
(sen’ya man’ya chouya issun no tou no zan no gotoshi)

koyoi mo wasure wa shinai soushun no koi
hana akari yoi shireta uruwashii toki
akete wa kureru toshitsuki omoi tsunori
chikau towa ni tomo ni aru koto
(utae arazome no miyako utae arazome no miya)

sobofuru hana nagasu ame
yosekuru tsumetaki hatou ni sae
ononoku koto naku uketatou
hakanaki setsuna no hityo iza ayanashimashou hito yo
(sen’ya man’ya chouya issun no tou no zan no gotoshi)

odore mai odore momo fubuki
kono yo wa tanoshi tougen rouman
dare ga tame ni hi wa izuru no darou ka
takaku takaku noboru onore no tame ni
mai asobe yo momo kasumi izure meguri au hanabira
chirite ikada to nari mata ikkyou
ukihashi to naru no mo mata ikkyou
utsutsu no yume wa koko ni hodokenu enishi musubi
utau rouman tsutau rouman haru ranman
mai odore mai odore mai odore tatae yo ha

(sen’ya man’ya chouya issun no tou no zan no gotoshi)
anata mo wasurenu deshouka soushun no koi
hoshi akari terikaesu kaguwashii toki
karete wa shigeru kozue ni futari chigiru
ikudo to naku tachiagaru koto
(utae arazome no miyako utae arazome no miyako)

ikusa no kizashi no hitoyo nageku na itoshiki hito yo
(sen’ya man’ya chouya issun no tou no zan no gotoshi)

odore mai odore momo arashi tamashii utsushi tougen rouman
dare ga tame ni kaze wa fuku no darou ka
tsuyoku tsuyoku susmu onore no tame ni
mai agare yo momo kasumi soshite meguri au hanabira
yorite tairn to nari tsutau rouman

arazome no kaori ni idakarete

ukiyo no joukei maboroshi ka to towareru obordzuki yo
tomo ni mita maboroshi wa makoto ama’agari kaerizaku

odore mai odore momo fubuki
kono yo wa tanoshi tougen rouman
dare ga tame ni hi wa izuru no darou ka
takaku takaku noboru onore no tame ni
mai asobe yo momo kasumi izure meguri au hanabira
chirite ikada to nari mata ikkyou
ukihashi to naru no mo mata ikkyou
utsutsu no yume wa koko ni hodokenu enishi musubi
utau rouman tsutau rouman haru ranman
mai odore mai odore mai odore tatae yo ha

Translation

Dance, peach blizzard! This world is a fun romance of peach illusions.
It’s a dream-like reality.
(Like a small blade, cutting through millions of nights.)

I won’t forget my early spring love tonight.
I spent lovely hours drunk on the flower light.
The years start and end, and my feelings grow stronger.
I vow to spend an eternity with them.
(Celebrate, peach-coloured metropolis! Celebrate, peach-coloured shrine!)

The drizzle washes the flowers away.
Let’s stand tall and, without trembling,
face even the frigid waves that come surging.
Come on people, let’s brilliantly decorate this transient era.
(Like a small blade, cutting through millions of nights.)

Dance, dance, dance, peach blizzard!
This world is a fun romance of peach illusions.
For whom does the sun come out?
It rises higher, higher, for your sake.
Dance and play, peach haze! The petals will meet sooner or later.
They’ll fall and become a raft. That might be fun, too.
They’ll become a floating bridge. That might be fun, too.
This dream-like reality is an unbreakable marriage, formed here.
Sing about this romance and pass it down. Spring is in full bloom.
Dance, dance, dance and give praise! Hah!

(Like a small blade, cutting through millions of nights.)
Perhaps you, too, will not forget early spring love.
These are fragrant hours that the starlight reflects.
We swear on the treetops, which wither and grow back,
that we’ll stand back up time and time again.
(Celebrate, peach-coloured metropolis! Celebrate, peach-coloured shrine!)

At the eve of war, do not grieve, dear people!
(Like a small blade, cutting through millions of nights.)

Dance, dance, dance, peach storm! The romance of peach illusions has a beautiful soul.
For whom does the wind blow?
It blows for you, advancing with strength.
Soar high, peach haze! And then, the petals will come together.
This romance draws closer, with large flowers showing, and moves along.

I am embraced by the scent of things dyed peach.

This misty, moonlit night could be accused of being an illusory scene of the floating world.
The illusion we saw together is real. After the rain, it blooms again.

Dance, dance, dance, peach blizzard!
This world is a fun romance of peach illusions.
For whom does the sun come out?
It rises higher, higher, for your sake.
Dance and play, peach haze! The petals will meet sooner or later.
They’ll fall and become a raft. That might be fun, too.
They’ll become a floating bridge. That might be fun, too.
This dream-like reality is an unbreakable marriage, formed here.
Sing about this romance and pass it down. Spring is in full bloom.
Dance, dance, dance and give praise! Hah!

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.