Anime: Black Butler II 黒執事 II (Kuroshitsuji II)
Artist: Noriaki Sugiyama
Album: Kuroshitsuji II Character
Song~William T .Spears
Romaji:
getsuyoubi wa tamashii o kari
kayoubi wa kanrika no kaigi
suiyoubi wa haken suru shinigami
yobu
mokuyoubi wa junpaku no shatsu
kin'youbi wa nekutai o erabi
doyoubi wa shinematikku rekoodo
miru
kanpeki na kiritsu o mamoru hibi
shizuka ni
matataku ma kami hodo no kurui mo
yurusanai
orokashii shinigami risshi subete
no shi no kiroku mamoru
chiri hitotsu nai oto no shinai
toshokan ga kooru
genkaku na shigoto nashitoge
kodoku o himotoku jikan ni
tsuyoku kuroku nigaku matoitsuku
kioku ga hikuku tooku
getsuyoubi wa yuuutsu na ame
kayoubi wa ihansha o shikari
suiyoubi wa Gureru Satokurifu o
keru
mokuyoubi wa zangyou o shite
kin'youbi wa tamashii no kaishuu
doyoubi wa mezawari na akuma o
karu
meiwaku de fukanzen na shinsei
kyakkashi
yamazumi no mondai de fukai
kiwamarinai
kagirinaku muda na sagyou to
kudaranai tanin no misu ga
chouwa no toreta garasubari no
bigaku o hakai shi
yurusarenu itsudatsu kisoku taida
ga maneita hichouwa
kuzure yabure koware kegasareta
yoteihyou kyoumo zangyou
konnan na shigoto katazuke hagane
no chitsujo o modosu
reitetsu sugiru risei o kiri no
kage ni dakishime
rengoku no kabe ga arou to
kanarazu kuzushite miseru
ude ga koe ga tsume ga
ushinawareyou to mo
shizukesa no naka de kanaderu
seichi na tokei no hari ga
kono kokoro no subete o tsukasa
dorishi kami nara
tamerawazu inochi sogitoru subete
no chouwa to kibou
kanae tsumuge utae kotoba sura
itetsuku kuraki sekai
setsunaku
Kanji:
月曜日は魂を刈り
火曜日は管理課の会議
水曜日は派遣する死神呼ぶ
木曜日は純白のシャツ
金曜日はネクタイを選び
土曜日はシネマティックレコード観る
完璧な規律を守る日々 静かに
瞬く間 髮ほどの狂いも許さない
愚かしい死神律し
全ての死の記録護る
塵一つ無い 音のしない図書館が凍る
厳格な仕事成し遂げ
孤独を紐解く時間に
強く黒く苦く纏い付く記憶が 低く遠く
月曜日は憂鬱な雨
火曜日は違反者を叱り
水曜日はグレルサトクリフを蹴る
木曜日は残業をして
金曜日は魂の回収
土曜日は目障りな悪魔を狩る
迷惑で 不完全な申\請 却下し
山積の問題で不快極まりない
限りなく無駄な作業と
下らない他人のミスが
調和の取れた 硝子張りの美学を破壊し
許されぬ逸脱 規則
怠惰が招いた非調和
崩れ破れ壊れ污された予\定表\ 今日も残業
困難な仕事片付け
鋼の秩序を戻す
冷徹過ぎる理性を 霧の影に抱き締め
煉獄の壁があろうと
必ず崩して見せる
腕が声が爪が失われようとも
静けさの中で奏でる
精緻な時計の針が
この心の全てを司りし神なら
躊躇わず 命殺ぎ取る
全ての調和と希望
叶え紡げ歌え 言葉すら凍てつく暗き世界
切なく
English:
On Monday I reap souls.
On Tuesday I hold a meeting of
the management team.
On Wednesday I summon the
dispatched death gods.
On Thursday I wear a pure-white
shirt.
On Friday I select a good
necktie.
On Saturday I watch cinematic
records.
These flawless rules must be
quietly obeyed daily.
I won't allow even a brief
hair-sized disturbance.
I discipline the foolish death
gods and keep all the death records,
as the dust-free soundless
library freezes solid.
After I've strictly finished my
work, and have only loneliness to unravel,
my firmly darkly bitterly
clinging memories grow low and distant.
On Monday there is a depressing
rain.
On Tuesday I scold the
rule-violators.
On Wednesday I kick Grell
Sutcliff.
On Thursday I work overtime.
On Friday I retrieve souls.
On Saturday I hunt those demon
eyesores.
I decline all the annoyingly
incomplete applications,
but the piles of problems waiting
for me are extremely unpleasant.
The endlessly pointless work and
the stupid mistakes made by others
will disrupt the balance of the
aesthetics of the glass walls and ceiling.
These unforgivable deviations,
this imbalance caused by laziness,
and my schedule crumbled, ripped,
torn, and soiled... I'll have to work overtime again today.
I complete the difficult tasks
and restore the order of hard steel.
I embrace closely my cool-headed
rationality in mist's shadow.
I'll take down purgatory's wall
if there should ever be one,
even if I might end up losing my
arms, my voice, and my nails.
That delicate clock's hands are
playing music in the stillness;
if only that clock is the god
governing the entirety of my heart...
I'll kill lives without
hesitation. Grant, weave, and praise
the balance and hope of all, in
this dark world where even words glaciate,
grievously.
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