Lyrics for Omamori from Zoku Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei by Zetsubou Shoujotachi (Ending #3)
aka no shuraba o kakenukeru
machi ni sumitsuku shoujo-tachi
saraitai nara sureba ii
sonna no zenzen kowaku wa nai wa
amazuppai you na kanjou
tsubure chatteta zakuro mitai
warui koto wa sore ijou nai deshou
hana o meshi mase powazon kisu no ato
kibou no toge ga shita ni tsukisasaru
koko de shindara shinizon mappira yo
kono tamashii wa dare ni mo agenai
anata ga oshiete kureta
zetsubou, sore ga omamori yo
moshimo negai ga kanau nara
warui you ni wa shinakute yo
kami ya hotoke ga aru no nara
zenshinzenrei omamori nasai
kusuguttai you na koukai
chigire chattara piasu mitai
senchimentaru na ana ga aiteru
watashi no naka no yunizon yume o miru
yasashii hito ni kurumarete mitai
shoujo to onna kyouzon tsume o kamu
koneko wa nemuru kareha no beddo de
oishii nioi ga shiteru
kobinai yoru ga hizama zuku
koko de shin dara shinizon mappira yo
kono tamashii wa dare ni mo agenai
watashi no naka no yunizon yume o miru
yasashii hito ni kamitsuite mitai
shoujo to onna kyouzon tsume o togu
ijimetai hodo tashikametai no yo
hana o meshi mase powazon kisu no ato
kibou no toge ga shita ni tsukisasaru
anata ga oshiete kureta
zetsubou, sore ga omamori yo
Run through the blood-filled scene of carnage.
If you want to abduct the girls settled in the town,
it's fine too.
I'm not afraid of that at all.
The bittersweet-like feelings
are like completely smashed pomegranate.
There is nothing worse than that, right?
Please summon the flowers.
After the poison kiss, a thorn of hope pierces into the tongue.
If I die here, it won't be by any means a loss.
This soul won't be given to anyone.
The despair that you taught me,
that is my amulet.
If my wish can be granted,
I won't use it in a bad way.
If God and Buddha do exist,
please devote yourselves completely to them.
If the ticklish-like regret
were completely torn into pieces, like a ear-pierce,
there would be a sentimental hole.
The unison inside me has a dream.
I want to try being tucked in by a kind person.
Girls and women coexist, biting on their nails.
A kitten sleeps, on a bed of dead leaves.
I smell something tasty.
Unfawned on, I kneel in the night.
If I die here, it won't be by any means a loss.
This soul won't be given to anyone.
The unison inside me has a dream.
I want to try biting at a kind person.
Girls and women coexist, polishing their nails.
They want to ascertain to the extent of wanting to chastise.
Please summon the flowers.
After the poison kiss, a thorn of hope pierces into the tongue.
The despair that you taught me,
that is my amulet.
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