Anime: Mawaru-Penguindrum 輪るピングドラム
(Mawaru Pingudoramu)
(Mawaru Pingudoramu)
Artist: Triple H (Miho Arakawa, Yui Watanabe & Marie Miyake)
Type: Eighth Ending
Romaji:
Ashita no kageri no naka de omae wo omou
Mitsumeteru yogoreta chizu wo hitori no heya de
Gamen no naka de hibikiwataru juusei no
Kinakusai NEWS ga kyou mo mata kikoeru hora kikoeru
Itsuwari no jiyuu no naka de aitsu ha warau
Futokoro ni te wo suberikomase yokubou ni fureteru
Mitsumeteru yogoreta chizu wo hitori no heya de
Gamen no naka de hibikiwataru juusei no
Kinakusai NEWS ga kyou mo mata kikoeru hora kikoeru
Itsuwari no jiyuu no naka de aitsu ha warau
Futokoro ni te wo suberikomase yokubou ni fureteru
Rajio no koe ha amaku hito wo yowaseteru
Hakushu no uzu no naka mata kurikaesu no sa
Oroka na geemu wo aitsu no aizu de
Ore-tachi ha cheisu no koma no youni susumerare.....
Ashita no kageri no naka de omae wo omou
Kuzureteku subete no mono ga, baransu wo nakushite
Heiwa na machi mo itsuka sugata wo kaeteku
Ukareta hibi no naka mata oshiyosete kuru
Oroka na geemu no tsudzuki ga hajimaru
Ore-tachi ha cheisu no koma no youni susumerare.....
Kesareteku......
Ukareta hibi no naka mata oshiyosete kuru
Oroka na geemu no tsudzuki ga hajimaru
Ore-tachi ha cheisu no koma no youni susumerare.....
Kesareteku......
Kanji:
朝のかげりの中で お前を想う
見つめてる汚れた地図を 一人の部屋で
画面の中で響きわたる銃声の
キナ臭いNEWSが今日もまた聞こえる ホラ聞こえる
偽りの自由の中で アイツは笑う
ふところに手をすべりこませ 欲望に触れてる
ラジオの声は甘く人を酔わせてる
拍手の渦の中 又くり返すのさ
愚かなゲームをアイツの合図で
俺達はチェイスの駒のように進められ・・・・・
朝のかげりの中で お前を想う
くずれてく全ての物が、バランスを失くして
平和な町もいつか姿を変えてく
浮かれた日々の中 又おしよせてくる
愚かなゲームの続きが始まる
俺達はチェイスの駒のように進められ・・・・・
殺されてく……
English:
Within tomorrow morning's shade, I pine for you
I'm looking over a stained map alone in my room
Today again I can hear burnt-smelling news about a gunshot
Reverberating on my TV screen; listen, I can hear
He laughs within our false freedom
He's making our handbags slide off and touching our avarice
I'm looking over a stained map alone in my room
Today again I can hear burnt-smelling news about a gunshot
Reverberating on my TV screen; listen, I can hear
He laughs within our false freedom
He's making our handbags slide off and touching our avarice
The voices on the radio sweetly intoxicate people
Within the whirlpool of applause, they repeat again
At his signal, we're being moved forward like chess pawns
Through his foolish game.....
Within tomorrow morning's shade, I pine for you
All things that crumble lose their balance
All things that crumble lose their balance
The peaceful town will one day lose its form too
Within the merry days, he closes in again
He begins to pick up where he left off on his foolish game
We're being moved forward like chess pawns.....
We're being eliminated......
Within the merry days, he closes in again
He begins to pick up where he left off on his foolish game
We're being moved forward like chess pawns.....
We're being eliminated......
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