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Noir - KOPPERIA no Hitsugi
Opening Theme

Sung by: Ali Project
Lyrics: Houno Arika
Composition/Arrangement: Katakura Mikiya





コッペリアの柩
流れる涙はもう枯れ果て
血に飢えた孤独
死は天使の和毛の
匂いをさせて舞う

黒い太陽が
沈まぬ街で
誰もが黙って
奇術めき働く

金属の壁に
囲われた部屋
私は朝まで
死んだように眠る

あなたが 見えない
この眼は 見えない
我ら造りたまいし神

コッペリアの柩
人は踊り疲れた人形
祭壇の羔
機械仕掛けの夢は
どこに向かってゆく

世界の終わりを
予言が告げる
隣人の扉を
兵士たちが叩く

幾千の指が
翼のように
折られ畳まれて
祈りだけが昇る

あなたに 会えない
ここでは 会えない
我ら救いたまえる神

コッペリアの柩
流れる涙はもう枯れ果て
血に飢えた孤独
死は天使の和毛の
匂いをさせて舞う

それでも 触れたい
この手で 掴みたい
我ら護る唯一の愛

コッペリアの鼓動
生きることは痛みを知ること
脱ぎ捨てた靴を
もう一度踏みならし
迷わず歩き出す

コッペリアの柩
暗やみから目覚める光よ
祭壇の羔
ネジの途切れた夢は
どこに向かってゆく




Coppelia's Coffin
The flowing tears are completely withered
The loneliness that thirsts for blood
Death dances, bringing the scent
Of the soft hair of angels

In the town where
The black sun doesn't set
Everyone is silent,
Working as if magical [1]

In the room enclosed
By metal walls
I sleep as if dead
Until morning

I can't see you
I can't see with these eyes
The god that created us from pebbles

Coppelia's Coffin
People are dolls tired from dancing
Sheep on the altar
The mechanical dreams
Where are they headed?

Announcing predictions
Of the end of the world
At the doors of neighbors,
Soldiers are pounding

Thousands of fingers
Are folded
Like wings
And only their prayers ascend

I can't meet you
I can't meet here
The god that can grant us salvation

Coppellia's Coffin
The flowing tears are completely withered
The loneliness that thirsts for blood
Death dances, bringing the scent
Of the soft hair of angels
Even so, I want to touch
Want to capture with these hands
The unique love that protects us

Coppelia's Heartbeat
To live is to know pain
With the shoes I cast off
Again I beat a path
And set out without doubt

Coppelia's Coffin
O light that awakes from darkness
Sheep on the altar
The dream whose screw has stopped [2]
Where is it headed?


Notes: [1] "kijutsu" means magic, but the connotation is that of sleight of hand, and not something truly wondrous and inexplicable
[2] the song implies that the (mechanical) dream is like a music box that has wound down


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