Turn your heads,
Fragile and so naked
That wanderer is
She's still just a young girl
Even light hands
Can hurt her
Because she's skinless
Without her skin she's defenseless
Weave, weave, weave
Make silky skin
Weave, weave, weave
She gets a bruise
From a glance, five from shouting
She's already
Numb from carrying her pains
Her soul is
In great danger
Because she is skinless
Without her skin she's defenseless
Weave, weave, weave
Make silky skin
Weave, weave, weave
Estimate carefully
The thickness of the threads
So that the girl
Wouldn't lose her sensibility
Only a thin cover is needed
For the world
Without her skin she's defenseless
Weave, weave, weave
Make silky skin
Weave, weave, weave
Weave, weave, weave