The Tailor of Enbizaka lyrics

Downtown of the city, there is a woman who,

Focused, begins tailoring, weaving a dress anew.

Skillfully, she stitches, her reputation's good,

Her popularity is the talk of the neighborhood,

Though you would think that she'd never be importuned,

She lives a life of sorrow and great misfortune,

Her unfaithful lover is always with someone else,

Tears are always traced as she shears, crying to herself.

Concentration is the way I forget him,

As I shear fabric and patch together strings,

These are the shears that my mother once obtained,

And if you sharpen them well, they cut anything.

The city seems peaceful, it's always calming here,

Such a serene city, a warming atmosphere,

That was when I caught sight of my smiling husband,

Who in God's name was right there, holding to your hand?

With a red dress that suited her body well,

You seemed rather friendly to that beautiful girl,

I couldn't bare with it, I fled from the very sight,

Slamming the shop door, my body was engaged with fright.

Concentration is the way I forget him,

As I shear fabric and patch together strings,

Though my eyes swollen with tears agonize me,

Picking a rufescent dress, I begin to weave.

The city seems oddly, with fear stained amongst their breath,

News flashing about a woman and her tragic death,

That was when I caught sight of my crying husband,

Who is God's name was right there, holding to your hand?

You looked so emotionless, crying into your palm,

There was another girl who was trying to keep you calm,

With a green obi that wrapped and tightened her,

Ah, so that's the kind of girl that you would prefer.

Concentration is the way I forget him,

As I shear fabric and patch together strings,

Though my tear-traced cheeks are scarring into me,

Choose an emerald obi, I begin to weave.

The city seems restless, the people are terrified,

News is flashing about yet another tragic crime,

That was when I caught sight of my lonesome husband,

Who in God's name was right there, clinging to your hand?

She was the only young child that was standing there,

He purchased a hairpin that matched her golden hair,

What kind of man falls for such a young, little girl?

You really do disgust me with how you have no morals.

Concentration is the way I forget him,

As I shear fabric and patch together strings,

Though my shears are stained with a blood-like color,

I work again to this day, hard as it can be.

Finally, my work is now complete,

Dressed in luxury to my feet,

If you do not choose to return to my arms,

I will have to find a way to catch your alarm.

A red dress that suits me,

Wrapped with a green obi,

My hair shines with golden,

Retaining a hairpin,

I've become the type of girl that you would prefer,

So, now tell me, aren't I beautiful?

The city's in chaos, the people won't leave their homes,

My husband's corpse was found under a pile of stones,

A whole entire family consisting of only four,

Someone has destroyed them, and left them by the river shore.

There was a reason the man's life had met an end,

He'd greeted me earlier, as if we had never met,

It was like he didn't know my existence,

It was like he didn't even know my existence...

Concentration is the way I forget him,

As I shear fabric and patch together strings,

My shears are stained with a dark, blood-like color,

And if you sharpen them well, they cut anything.