Enbizaka no Shitateya

In the corner of Enbizaka
Is the young mistress of the tailor shop
With the certainty of her skillful hands
Even the neighboring girls admire her

The troubles of that girl
Are the gossip of the man she loves
"While I have someone called me
I can't go back home"

But she must work hard
Holding the scissors with all her might
The scissors, the ultimate tool of her mother
The more you sharpen, the better they cut

Today, the town is as usual
Ah, peaceful and ordinary days
On the main street, she saw that person
Who is the woman next to him?

The red kimono suits her well
A beautiful woman with a calm demeanor
Unable to bear the sight of her walking
She quickly left that place

But she must work hard
Holding the scissors with all her might
While wetting her cheeks with tears
She puts her life into mending kimonos

The town seems to have a tense atmosphere
Something seems to have happened
In front of the bridge, she saw that person
Who is the woman next to him?

The beautiful woman with the hair
Comforting the man who looks dejected
The green obi suits her very well
Ah, that child seems to like that

But she must work hard
Holding the scissors with all her might
While showing her red eyes
She puts her life into fixing the obi

The town suddenly started to get noisy
Again, something happened
With a hairpin, she saw that person
Who is the woman next to him?

To the girl who can't afford a hairpin
She exchanged a yellow hairpin
What should she do?
There's really no choice

But she must work hard
Holding the scissors with all her might
The color of the scissors, was it like this?
Today too, she puts her life into her work

Finally, she finished her work
If he doesn't come for love
Let's go to him from here

The red kimono
The green obi
The yellow hairpin
She put them on
For the woman he likes
How is it? Am I beautiful?

Today, the whole town is in an uproar
This time, a man was killed
With this, the family of four
Seems to have been killed by someone
Even so, what a cruel person
"Nice to meet you, good day" and such
It's not like they're strangers
It's not like they're strangers

But she must work hard
Holding the scissors with all her might
The scissors stained red
The more you sharpen, the better they cut