OKAY this song is kinda scary o_o

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ito wo taguri yose
sabita hari ni tousu
sureru oto ga
mimi ni sawarimasu .

omoide no tsumatta kutabireta nuno to
gakubuchi no naka futari kiri
yase koketa kao .

kanashii kara daeteita
oningyou-san ha kowarete
ude ga torete omeme ga nai
tsugihagi awase de
naoshite yo !

hitoribocchi no heya no naka
oningyou-san to oshaberi.
aisou ga warukute
warawanai ko da ne
okaa-san ga iu no.

hitori sabishii oyuushoku
oningyou-san to taberu no.
sameta hitokake no pan to
tomato no su^pu ni utsuru watashi no okao.

chiisaku utau
rarara no koe ha…
tsumetai heya ni
sukoshi dake hibiite.

mannaka ni suwaru
watashi no zujou de kieta!
sabishii ne?
sabishii yo .
dokomokashikomo kusatte yuku

hitoribocchi no heya no naka
oningyou-san to oshaberi .
“anata ha warui ko nanka janai kara”
oningyou-san ga iu no.

hitori sabishii oyuushoku
oningyou-san to taberu no .
sameta hitokake no ooki na oniku to
akakuro
zerii-

itsuka no ehon no naka de ha
tanoshisou ni warau kazoku
mahou no sekai to
watashi no sekai ha
konnanimo
chigau no

“migite ni nigitta sabishisa ni
‘ aru dake’ no ai wo tsumekomu
shizuka na soko ni ha

hitokake no haha ga
sara ni nori kochira wo mitsumete”

English Translation

Collecting the reeled in thread
Pass it into the rusted eye of the needle
The chaffing sound
Harms my ears

The worn-out cloth blocked the memories, and
Inside of the frame, just the two of us,
Thin, hollow faces.

I hold sorrowful emptiness because
My dolly is broken
Her arm has come off; she has no eyes
Patchwork is joined together to
Fix her!

Inside the room of loneliness
I chitchat with my dolly.
Compliments are evilly dished out
I’m not a child who smiles, huh?
That’s what mother says.

One lonesome dinner
I eat with my dolly.
Bread that’s gotten cold and
Tomato soup that reflects my face.

Tiny singing
The voice of la la la is…
In the cold room
Just a little bit is heard from far away

I sit down in the center of the room
Everything above me vanished!
Lonely sound?
Lonely night.
I start to rot all over.

Inside the room of loneliness
I chitchat with my dolly.
“You are a bad child; that’s why you don’t have anything.”
That’s what my dolly says.

One lonesome dinner
I eat with my dolly.
A big piece of meat that’s gotten cold and
Dark red
Jelly.

The other day the laughing family inside
the picture book seemed fun.
The magic world and
My world are
Both so very
Wrong.

“I squeeze the feeling of loneliness
grasped in my right hand to ‘have only’ love.
In that quiet place
I stare as fragments of mommy
Ride here in my plate.”

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Romaji and English translation credit, all goes to SuchikoHanakusa@youtube