Kopperia no hitsugi - Coppelia's Coffin Songtext

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Kopperia no Hitsugi

KOPPERIA no hitsugi
Nagareru namida wa mou karehate
Chi ni ueta kodoku
Shi wa tenshi no nikoge no
Nioi o sasete mau

Kuroi taiyou ga
Shizumanu machi de
Dare mo ga damatte
Kijutsumeki hataraku

Kinzoku no kabe ni
Kakowareta heya
Watashi wa asa made
Shinda you ni nemuru

Anata ga mienai
Kono me wa mienai
Warera tsukuri tamaishi kami

KOPPERIA no hitsugi
Hito wa odoritsukareta ningyou
Saidan no hitsuji
Kikaijikake no yume wa
Doko ni mukatte yuku

Sekai no owari o
Yogen ga tsugeru
Rinjin no tobira o
Heishitaichi ga tataku

Ikusen no yubi ga
Tsubasa no you ni
Orare tatamarete
Inori dake ga noboru

Anata ni aenai
Koko dewa aenai
Warera sukuitamaeru kami

KOPPERIA no hitsugi
Nagareru namida wa mou karehate
Chi ni ueta kodoku
Shi wa tenshi no nikoge no
Nioi o sasete mau

Sore demo furetai
Kono te de tsukamitai
Warera mamoru yuiitsu no ai

KOPPERIA no kodou
Ikiru koto wa itami o shiru koto
Nugi suteta kutsu o
Mou ichido fuminarashi
Mayowazu arukidasu

KOPPERIA no hitsugi
Kurayami kara mezameru hikari yo
Saidan no hitsuji
NEJI no togireta yume wa
Doko ni mukatte yuku

Transl.:Coppelia's Coffin

Copelia's Coffin,
The flowing tears are already withering,
Blood from starving loneliness,
Points to the smell of the harmonious hair,
Of the burning angel's dance.

There sits a black sun,
In the town that does not sink,
Everyone says nothing,
The magic comes and works.

From the metal wall,
Enclosed in a room,
I'm there until morning,
Like death, you sleep.

You are not visible,
This eye is not visible,
That makes us into the cartridge of God.

Copelia's Coffin,
The person danced like a doll and became tired,
Sacrificial sheep,
Setting up the machine's dream,
Where does it face?

Soldiers destroy,
The door of the neighbour,
Who predicts,
The end of the world.

Many thousands of fingers,
Like wings ,
Snapping, but folding,
And just pray as they climb.

Cannot meet you,
Can't meet here,
God rescues us and obtains the cartridge.

Copelia's coffin,
The flowing tears are already withering,
Blood from starving loneliness,
Points to the smell of the harmonious hair,
Of the burning angel's dance.

Even when we would like to touch,
Would like to grasp this hand,
Love is our only protection.

Copelia's heartbeat,
It must know the pain of living,
The thrown off shoes,
Start stepping, training, one more time,
Perplexingly, they begin to walk.

Copelia's coffin,
The light which awakes from the darkness,
Sacrifical Sheep,
As the screw breaks off the dream,
Where does it face?