Текст песни Susumu Hirasawa - Tobirajima

yume ni mita sanzen kairi no chi “tobira”
sono houjou no tsuchi wo keri
koshi ni sasu tanken seinau mai odoru
kano purimera no gyokuza ni wa

hi ni yakeru “kagerou ou”

yagi no se wo sashite wa someru akaku
sono dekiwa ni wa hana ga furi
kazu ni shite sanbyaku yuuyo no me miharu
kano ikenie wa me wo samesu

hi ni sakebu hito no koe

chi wa kogete noboru hi to mizu no aida wo
mawaridasu paraneshia no yuukyuu no haguruma

toki ni shite san-ten-san byou no dorama
sono hajimari no ougi ni wa
yume no soto issai gassai no nichijou
sono kage wo nasu supiritto

hi ni yakeru “kagerou ou”　
hi ni sakebu hito no koe

miyo paraneshian saakuru saakuru saakuru

saakuru saakuru miyo

paraneshian saakuru saakuru

saakuru saakuru miyo

mawaru hitsuzen katsu toutotsu ni kiwamaru takamaru koukotsu no muma
kokatsu wo kui houjou wo haki shi no utsuwa ni koumyou furasu
hi no kaen no tougenkyou mata wa
seinaru wa no mootaadoraibu

paraneshian saakuru saakuru

katsuzetsu sae danko taru oetsu kano ikenie yume no soto
mufuu no mumyou no keishousha noboru kudaru noboru kudaru
hi no kaen no tougenkyou mata wa
seinaru wa no mootaadoraibu

paraneshian saakuru saakuru

paraneshian saakuru saakuru saakuru

miyo paraneshian saakuru saakuru saakuru

saakuru saakuru saakuru miyo

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“Tobira” — a land of 3000 nautical miles seen in dreams
Kicking the fertile earth,
I dance a sacred dance, with a dagger at my side
Sitting in the primera throne is

the sunburned “King of Haze”

I stab the goat in the back, dyeing it red
Flowers fall into that skillful performance,
and more than 300 pairs of eyes stare in wonder
The sacrifice awakens

The voices of the people call to the flames

The blood burns, and between the water and the rising flames,
the aeonian gears of Paranesia begin to turn

A 3.3 second-long drama
Within that origin’s arcanum,
beyond dreams, and absolutely everything ordinary,
is a spirit in the form of that shadow

The sunburned “King of Haze”
The voices of people call to the flames

Behold, the Paranesian Circle Circle Circle

Circle Circle Behold it

The Paranesian Circle Circle

Circle Circle Behold it

The gears turn Inevitably and abruptly
this nightmare of ecstasy swells to a climax
Devouring depletion, spewing abundance,
it rains hopeful light into the vessel of death
Is it the paradise of the fire’s flame,
or the motordrive of a holy wheel?

The Paranesian Circle Circle Circle

Even smooth speech becomes grim sobbing The sacrifice Beyond dreams
A quiet, nameless successor Rising Falling Rising Falling
Is it the paradise of the fire’s flame,
or the motordrive of a holy wheel?

The Paranesian Circle Circle

The Paranesian Circle Circle Circle

Behold, the Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Circle

Circle Circle Circle Behold it!