Dakare Ni Kita Onna
Kingo Hamada
The Woman Who Came to Dakar
At the bed where the night throws light, you exhaled a small breath
The power of the bar we just met is fate
You looked at me with the same gesture
True love is in the cinema
I'm alive but I smile dryly
The woman is tired of love
Using old sizes, it's too sad
Lonely dancer, without even asking for a name
Lonely dancer, bringing our bodies close
Lonely dancer, our touching chests
Lonely dancer, though creaking
I hold you coldly, hey, woman
Like a child afraid of the dark
You cling to my arm
The bracelet on your thin wrist
Sounded like a scream
Turning cold tears into exchange
Many dreams have flowed
A bee that sank into the bare skin sea
With slanted eyes, you furrowed your brows
Lonely dancer, love is a game
Lonely dancer, pretending to be strong
Lonely dancer, even to the one who won
Lonely dancer, scars remain
I hold you coldly, hey, woman
