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Vocaloid Original Songs - Auto obu Eden lyrics

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No way out of Garden Eden

No way sore wa shi ni itaru yamai

rakuen no shuumatsu ni hebi wa izanau

naderu yo ni tashikameau kono yubi de

tsumitoru tsumi no mikoborechau miruku ne yuujou

nageku nara namereba ii ja n

korashite mo mienai hyoujou

kazarimado Forbidden Fruithoukago no nokoriga netsubyou

agaite mo kesenai honshou

kosuttara fukidasu kanjou

mukidashi netomodachi no waku hamidashichatte

nuritai iro honto wa naniiro

awasetai no wa kokochi

yoi basho e moguru fukakuNo way back mou hikikaesanai

No way janku fuuzu ja iranai

seifuku to koufuku no kase de shimeau

kasaneta te hikiyoseau jareatte

ima wa nigenaidefuzakeau sukima no sairensu

toraete wa soraseru shisen

oikakerya nigeru shinkirou

yuuai no heru oa hebunsenaka-goshi kazoeta shinzou

osaete mo fukuramu senjou

barechaeba soko ga shokeijou

muri-yari netokaku kono yo wa ikizurakute

anata ja nakya dare de mo iranai

akuma wa mitsu o tarashi

oto mo naku mune o tsutauNo way kokyuu o tomete awadatsu

No way googuru-goshi ni yurameku

suion o agete yuku boku no yokubou

todokanai kajitsu ga kuchite'ku mae ni

boku wa uchiotosutobira-goshi seganda aijou

genzai no jikoku wa shuushou

zonzai na kobeya no baishou

hitotoki no gokuraku-oujoutomodachi no wa o fumidashichatte

tsunagaru no wa koko kara doko na no

ashita o shiharau kara

kakaekomu tsuyoku mugokuGet away out of Garden Eden

Get away kore wa shi ni itaru yamai

rakuen no shuumatsu ni hebi ga hohoemu

naderu yo ni tashikameae kono netsu wa

ima wa kono mama de

English translation

No way out of Garden Eden.

No way. That's a fatal illness.

As a snake allures us to the end of the Garden,

let's explore each other's body with our gentle touches,

and pluck that sinful fruit from the tree.Our friendship is a bowl of milk about to spill.

Rather than cry over it, why not just lick it clean?

No matter how hard I try, I can't discern your facial expression.

Hung in the display window is the Forbidden Fruit.Your lingering scent after school instills into me a fever.

As much as I struggle, I am unable to erase my true desire.

After some friction between the two of us,

my spurting emotions are now in naked view.Having gone beyond the boundary line of friendship,

what is the color you truly want to paint with?

Synchronizing our feelings and emotions,

let's now dive deeply into a wonderland.No way back. I will no longer turn back.

No way. I have no need for junk food.

Bound by the shackles of domination (school uniforms) and submission (joy),

with our fingers entwined, we pull each other closer, and flirt playfully.

Please do not run away at this special moment.In the short silences between our plays,

you always turn away whenever I look at you in your eyes.

No matter how fast I chase after it, the mirage still fades away.

Is this the Hell or Heaven of friendship? (You, I know Hell or Heaven?)Counting your heartbeats across your back,

as much as I try to suppress it, my lust only keeps on swelling.

That if exposed, I'll be executed on the spot,

is such a harsh and forcible thing to do.Since this world (night) is so hard to live in (sleep through),

without you, I have no need for anyone else.

The Devil lays down a snare of sweet honey,

which now silently diffuses throughout my chest.No way. Holding my breath, I start bubbling (getting goosebumps).

No way. Seeing through my goggles, I begin quivering.

I will shoot down my lust,

which has been heating up the water's temperature,

before the unreachable fruit starts to rot.I begged you for your love through your door.

Now we've had it going all-night long. (The sin's hell will be my last chapter.)

Engaging in our shamelessly lewd activities in this shabby little room,

I feel like I have finally achieved a moment of ecstatic paradise.Having stepped out beyond the circle of friendship,

just where are we headed now from this point?

I will make up for everything by offering up my tomorrow,

so let's embrace each other, tightly, and cruelly.Get away out of Garden Eden.

Get away. This is a fatal illness.

As the snake smirks at us at the end of the Garden,

let's feel each other's body heat with our gentle touches,

and keep things this way a little longer in this special moment.

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