Versailles - Second Fear -Another Descendant-

Lyrics: Versailles
Transcription: Booklet
Translation English: European Booklet
Translation Polish: Ariane


KANJI *:--☆--:*:--☆:*:--☆--:*:--☆--:

They were alive now
...did not die out

The blood relationship that did not die out

did not die out
They were alive in

They lives... This age
They caleld it... "The red carpet day"

The Fear... This age
Come again... That Fear

Fear live... This age
They called it... "The red carpet day"

The Fear... This age
They called it...

床に描かれていた彼らを証明する
首飾りに似せた深紅の蝶
今も開き続けてる紅花びらにまどろむ
震える指先に絡まる

ROMAJI *:--☆--:*:--☆:*:--☆--:*:--☆--:

They were alive now
...did not die out

The blood relationship that did not die out

did not die out
They were alive in

They lives... This age
They caleld it... "The red carpet day"

The Fear... This age
Come again... That Fear

Fear live... This age
They called it... "The red carpet day"

The Fear... This age
They called it...

Yuka ni egakareteita karera wo shoumei suru
Kubikazari ni niseta shinku no chou
Ima mo hiraki tsuzuketeru akai hanabira ni madoromu
Furueru yubisaki ni karamaru

ENGLISH *:--☆--:*:--☆:*:--☆--:*:--☆--:

They were alive now
...did not die out

The blood relationship that did not die out

did not die out
They were alive in

They lives... This age
They called it... "The red carpet day"

The Fear... This age
Come again... That Fear

Fear live... This age
They called it... "The red carpet day"

The Fear... This age
They called it...

I'll proof the ones painted on the floor
A butterfly of deep crimson that looks like a necklace
Even now I doze off at the deep red petals that keep on opening up
Entwined into my shaking fingers

POLISH *:--☆--:*:--☆:*:--☆--:*:--☆--:

Oni ożyli
... Nie wymarli.

Więzi krwi, które nie wymarły.

Nie wymarły,
Oni ożyli w nich.

Oni żyją... ta epoka
Oni nazywali ją... "Dniem Czerwonego Dywanu"

Strach... ta epoka
Przyjdzie ponownie... Ten strach.

Strach trwał... ta epoka
Oni nazywali ją... "Dniem Czerwonego Dywanu"

Strach... ta epoka
Oni nazywali ją...

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