Vocaloid Original Songs - Bannin to Kama lyrics
rate me<b>Bannin to Kama</b> by <i>Vocaloid Original Songs</i><br />Kutsuu,&nbsp;zange,&nbsp;tsumi&nbsp;no&nbsp;kaori Kokoro&nbsp;no&nbsp;naka,&nbsp;kuroku&nbsp;somaru Migite&nbsp;no&nbsp;kama,&nbsp;nibuku&nbsp;gin-iro&nbsp;ni&nbsp;hikaru Shitatari&nbsp;ochiru,&nbsp;akai&nbsp;numa&nbsp;niSono&nbsp;ishhun&nbsp;kubi&nbsp;wo&nbsp;haneru Himei&nbsp;ni&nbsp;mo&nbsp;nita&nbsp;oto&nbsp;ga&nbsp;hibiite&nbsp;&nbsp;[1] Watashi&nbsp;no&nbsp;hitomi&nbsp;kara&nbsp;namida Kuzurete&nbsp;ochita&nbsp;kama&nbsp;no&nbsp;koe&nbsp;ni&nbsp;naruTsumi&nbsp;to&nbsp;batsu&nbsp;no&nbsp;yurikago Yurete,&nbsp;yurete,&nbsp;kishinde&nbsp;yuku Nikushimi&nbsp;no&nbsp;uzu&nbsp;no&nbsp;naka Kisama&nbsp;wa&nbsp;nani&nbsp;wo&nbsp;iu?Aishita&nbsp;mono&nbsp;wo&nbsp;sabaku Migite&nbsp;no&nbsp;kama,&nbsp;uta&nbsp;wo&nbsp;utau Namida&nbsp;wo&nbsp;ukabe-nagara,&nbsp;sono&nbsp;setsuna Kama&nbsp;ga&nbsp;oto&nbsp;wo&nbsp;tateteShizuka&nbsp;na&nbsp;uta&nbsp;no&nbsp;hana&nbsp;ga Saite,&nbsp;saite,&nbsp;numa&nbsp;ni&nbsp;shizumu Hikari&nbsp;no&nbsp;sasanu&nbsp;tokoro Kimi&nbsp;wa&nbsp;nani&nbsp;wo&nbsp;omou?&nbsp;&nbsp;[2]
English translation
Pain,&nbsp;confessions,&nbsp;the&nbsp;scent&nbsp;of&nbsp;sins My&nbsp;heart&nbsp;is&nbsp;dyed&nbsp;black The&nbsp;scythe&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;right&nbsp;hand&nbsp;glows&nbsp;a&nbsp;dull&nbsp;silver A&nbsp;drop&nbsp;falls&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;red&nbsp;swampIn&nbsp;that&nbsp;instant&nbsp;when&nbsp;they&nbsp;are&nbsp;beheaded, A&nbsp;sound&nbsp;like&nbsp;a&nbsp;scream&nbsp;echoes&nbsp;&nbsp;[1] Tears&nbsp;that&nbsp;fall&nbsp;from&nbsp;my&nbsp;eyes Become&nbsp;the&nbsp;scythe's&nbsp;voiceA&nbsp;cradle&nbsp;of&nbsp;crime&nbsp;and&nbsp;punishment Swings,&nbsp;swings,&nbsp;shrieking In&nbsp;the&nbsp;vortex&nbsp;of&nbsp;hatred, What&nbsp;are&nbsp;you&nbsp;saying?The&nbsp;scythe&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;right&nbsp;hand, Which&nbsp;judges&nbsp;the&nbsp;things&nbsp;I&nbsp;love,&nbsp;sings&nbsp;a&nbsp;song. While&nbsp;my&nbsp;tears&nbsp;are&nbsp;showing, The&nbsp;scythe&nbsp;makes&nbsp;a&nbsp;soundThe&nbsp;quiet&nbsp;song's&nbsp;flower Blooms,&nbsp;blooms,&nbsp;and&nbsp;sinks&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;swamp In&nbsp;that&nbsp;place&nbsp;where&nbsp;the&nbsp;light&nbsp;doesn't&nbsp;sprout, What&nbsp;are&nbsp;you&nbsp;thinking?&nbsp;&nbsp;[2]
