Puppet

Album art.
Album art.

Puppet

Vocals: 真野紫 (Mano Yukari)
Lyrics: Mano
Arranged by: 平茸 (Hiratake)
Album: Farewell, dear Old Adam
Circle: Aftergrow
Event: C99
Original theme: Rural Makai City Esoteria [魔界地方都市エソテリア]

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歌詞

Round and round
And a crowd in on closed world
鋭敏 反応 過去形のワード
思い出の奥に潜む

Tumbling down
When turning a plastic lane
環状 連鎖 非定型のビースト
優しさの皮を被る

動かない街で 今日を繰り返すだけ
等しく決められた幸せの箱庭
冷たい雨に 言葉 塗り潰されて
ジオラマに立つ人形のように

Make it louder
Sound erases thoughts
洗脳 解除 報酬系のスレイヴ
吊るされた糸の先へ

動けない街は 明日も繰り返すだけ
虚しく添えられた張りぼての冠
見えない棘に 心 振り回されて
モノクロのまま生きるしかない

それでも 風が春を報せにくるから
眩く照らされた雪解けのその日まで
覚めない夢に 身体 委ねて踊ろう
鳥籠で待つカナリアのように

Romanisation

Round and round
And a crowd in on closed world
eibin hannou kakokei no waado
omoide no oku ni hisomu

Tumbling down
When turning a plastic lane
kanjou rensa hiteikei no biisuto
yasashisa no kawa o kaburu

ugokanai machi de kyou o kurikaesu dake
hitoshiku kimerareta shiawase no hakoniwa
tsumetai ame ni kotoba nuritsubusarete
jiorama ni tatsu ningyou no you ni

Make it louder
Sound erases thoughts
sennou kaijo houshuu-kei no sureivu
tsurusareta ito no saki e

ugokenai machi wa asu mo kurikaesu dake
munashiku soerareta haribote no kanmuri
mienai toge ni kokoro furimawasarete
monokuro no mama ikiru shika nai

sore demo kaze ga haru o shirase ni kuru kara
mabayuku terasareta yukidoke no sono hi made
samenai yume ni karada yudanete odorou
torikago de matsu kanaria no you ni

Translation

Round and round
And a crowd in on closed world
Sharp responses. Words in the past tense
lurk deep in my memories.

Tumbling down
When turning a plastic lane
Ringed chains. The beast with unfixed form
wears kindness like sheep’s clothing.

Here in this motionless city, today repeats.
It’s a box garden of equally decided happiness.
The words are covered in cold rain
and I’m like a puppet standing in a diorama.

Make it louder
Sound erases thoughts
I’m released from brainwashing, from the incentives enslaving me.
I follow the threads that strung me up.

In this immovable city, yesterday repeats.
I wore a paper-mache crown in vain.
My heart is governed by unseen thorns.
I have no choice but to live a monochrome life.

And yet the wind will tell of spring’s arrival,
so until the dazzling thawing of the snow
let’s surrender to an endless dream and dance
like a canary waiting in its birdcage.

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