DANCER IN THE DARK - MEGURINE LUKA (romanji&english)

I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty,cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty,cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,and I've devoted everything.

naze watashi wa koko ni iru no? kono kuraku yodonda sekai de
rifujin na kizu no itami ga watashi o tsune ni sainami tsuzukeru
ushinau koto o kizami tsuzuke te mahi shite iku kono kanjō ni
sasageta mono o kazoe tsuzuke te kuri kaesu sono toi o

I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty,cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty,cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,and I've devoted everything.

naze watashi ga tatakatteru no? kono moroku kishinda sekai de
fuyukai na kizu no uzuki ga watashi o tsune ni sainami tsuzukeru
sute saru koto o mitome tsuzuke te kaishishite iku kono omoi ni
kowashita mono o kazoe tsuzuke te kuri kaesu sono toi o

I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty,cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty,cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,and I've devoted everything.

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I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,and I've devoted everything.

Why am I here? In this world that stagnates darkly
Pain of an unreasonable wound is eternally tormenting me
My feeling is being paralyzed by losing something repeatedly.
the question I ask again and again, counting what I have given

I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,and I've devoted everything.

Why am I fighting? In this frailly cracked world
The throbbing of the unpleasant wound constantly continues to torment me
These thoughts of continuing to approve of abandoning things letting them become necrotic.
That question of continuing to count the broken things over and over again...


I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty,cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty,cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,and I've devoted everything.