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DOG inThe PWO, "Matsuri-izm" {k/r/t}

Artist: DOG inTheパラレルワールドオーケストラ (DOG inThe PWO)
Song Title: 祭izm (Matsuri-izm; Festival-izm)
Single: Matsuri-izm
Track Number: 1
Released: 2014
Lyrics By: Haru
Listen: YouTube

Requested by aozora_halation.

Kanji Romaji English Translation
祭囃子 聴こゑてる
好ゐさ酔ゐさと 踊りやんせ
祭騒ぎに合わせて
夜空に ゐざ 咲かせませう

愛ラヴ遊 NO銭吸
モウ幾ツ寝ルト フヱステヰヴアル
愛ラヴ遊 NO銭吸
ワンナヰト 今宵ハ カアニヴアル

花街歩けば
「寄つてらつしやゐ 見ておゐで」
恋の角曲がれば
「丑三つ時 あら今晩和」

其レ其レ よゐよゐさ あゝ其レ
よゐさよゐさ モウ一丁あゝ其レ…魁

祭囃子 聴こゑたら
古今東西 通りやんせ
祭り騒ぎに 隠れて
乙女の華 ヒラヒラり
祭囃子 聴こゑたら
ヱサコラサツサと 踊りやんせ
祭騒ぎに 紛れて
今宵 君を 咲かせませう

愛ラヴ遊 NO銭吸
モウ幾ツ寝レバ パラダヰス
愛ラヴ遊 NO銭吸
ワンナヰト あゝ…極楽浄土

ヴアツト ヂスヰヅ カリソメ
渡ル 浮世ハ 修羅シユシユシユ
ヴアツト ヂス ヰヅ ハヰカラ
百鬼夜行 さあ 壱 弐 参 肆

其レ其レ よゐよゐさ あゝ其レ…魁

祭囃子 聴こゑたら
豪華絢爛 遊ばんせ
祭騒ぎに 隠れて
乙女の華 一摘み
祭囃子 聴こゑたら
好ゐ好ゐさと 踊りやんせ
祭騒ぎに 紛れて
今宵も 咲かせませう

踊る阿呆に 見る阿呆
同じ阿呆なら 踊らにゃ損々

ヴアツト ヂス ヰヅ カリソメ
渡ル 浮世ハ 鬼秤
ヴアツト ヂス ヰヅ ハヰカラ
籠女ヤ籠女 壱 弐 参 肆

其レ其レ よゐよゐさ あゝ其レ
未ダ末ダ…魁

高鳴る胸 弾ませて 百花繚乱 乙女心
厭よ厭も 好きの内 さあさ 踊りやんせ
ワツシヨヰ

祭囃子 聴こゑてる
古今東西 通りやんせ
祭騒ぎに 聴こゑたら
夜空に ゐざ 咲かせませう
Matsuri hayashi kikoeteru
yoi sa yoi sa to odori yanse
matsuri sawagi ni awasete
yozora ni iza sakase maseu

ai rabu u NO senkyuu
mou ikutsu neru to fuwesutewivuaru
ai rabu u NO senkyuu
wan naito koyoi ha kaanivuaru

hanamachi arukeba
“yadorikitsutera tsushi yai mite oide”
koi no kaku magareba
“ushimitsuji ara konban wa”

sore sore yoi yoi sa aa sore
yoi sa yoi sa mou ichi chou aa sore… sakigake

matsuri hayashi kikoetara
kokon touzai doori yanse
matsuri sawagi ni kakurete
otome no hana hirahirari
matsuri hayashi kikowetara
esakorasatsusa to odoriyanse
matsuri sawagi ni magirete
koyoi kimi wo sakase masou

ai rabu u NO senkyuu
mou ikutsu nereba paradaisu
ai rabu u NO senkyuu
wan naito aa… gokurakujoudo

vuatsuto jisu itsu karisome
watariru ukiyo wa shura - shiyushiyushiyu
vuatsuto jisu itsu hawikara
hyakkiyakou saa hi fu mi hyou

sore sore yoi yoi sa aa sore… sakigake

matsuri hayashi kikoetara
gouka kenran asobanse
matsuri sawagi ni kakurete
otome no hana hitotsumami
matsuri hayashi kikowetara
koui koui sa to odoriyanse
matsuri sawagi ni magirete
koyoi mo sakase masou

odoru ahou ni miru ahou
onaji ahou nara odora nya sonzon

vuatsuto jisu itsu karisome
watariru ukiyo wa oni bakari
vuatsuto jisu itsu hawikara
kago me ya kago me hi fu mi hyou

sore sore yoi yoi sa aa sore
mi da matsu da… sakigake

takanaru mune hazumasete hyakkaryouran otome kokoro
iya yo iya mo suki no uchi saa sa odoriyanse
watsushiyoi

matsuri hayashi kikoeteru
kokon touzai doori yanse
matsuri sawagi ni kikowetara
yozora ni iza sakase masou
I can hear the festival music,
making me dance with wonderful drunkenness.
Joining together in the festivities,
come, let’s bloom in the night sky.

I love you, no thank you.
How many more times must I sleep until the festival?
I love you, no thank you.
One night, tonight is a carnival.

If I walk the red-light district,
“come, stop in for a look.”
If the angle of love curves,
“midnight, oh, harmony tonight.”

There, there, good, good, ah, there.
Good, good, one more block, ah, there… charge ahead.

When we hear the festivities,
down streets of all times and places,
hiding in the festival uproar,
the maiden’s flowers flutter down.
When we hear the festivities,
we'll dance to the mountain wind.
Slip into the festivities.
Tonight, I will let you bloom.

I love you, no thank you.
How many more times when I sleep until I reach paradise?
I love you, no thank you.
One night, ah… paradise.

But this is transient.
Cross over the fleeting world of fighting – whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
But this is stylish fasion.
Spirits roam the night, now- 1, 2, 3, 4.

There, there, good, good, ah, there… charge ahead.

When we hear the festivities,
playing luxuriously and gorgeously,
hiding in the festival uproar,
I’ll get a pinch of the maiden’s flower.
When we hear the festivities,
we’ll dance to the greatness of it all.
Slip into the festivities.
Tonight, I will let you bloom.

A dumbass dancing, a dumbass seeing,
if I’m the same dumbass, I’ll dance to my losses.

But this is transient.
Cross over the fleeting world of demon scales.
But this is stylish fasion.
Caged girl, caged girl, 1, 2, 3, 4.

There, there, good, good, ah, there.
It’s not over yet… charge ahead.

My chest is throbbing, bounding, flowers bloom in that girl’s heart.
No, no, come, dance inside love.
Heave-ho!

I can hear the festival music,
down streets of all times and places.
When we hear the festivities,
come, let’s bloom in the night sky.
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