Cut it out, cut it out
Cut it out already, please
Don't bully her anymore
Cut it out, cut it out
Don't you feel sorry for her?
Please consider it

But, it can't be helped
It can't be helped
She's so weak, and she just can't be helped anymore
She seems so lonely
She seems so sad
That's why she's really, really pitiful

Misfortune, misfortune
She brings misfortune for life
That's the lowly, lowly
Girl who sells misfortune

Misfortune, misfortune
But perhaps she's still lucky to be visited by misfortunе at all
That's the lonely, lonely
Girl who sеlls misfortune

Cut it out, cut it out
Cut it out already, please
Don't bully her anymore
It's sprouting;
It's sprouting—
The tragic flower is sprouting
Indeed, it can't be helped
It can't be helped
This feeling really can't be helped
She seems to be in pain
As if she could vanish at any moment
That's why she's really, really pitiful

Misfortune, misfortune
She brings misfortune for life
That's the tragic, tragic
Girl who sells misfortune

Misfortune, misfortune
Misfortune is a gift, like a bouquet of splendid flowers
That's the miserable, miserable
Girl who sells misfortune

Misfortune, misfortune
Misfortune's splendid flowers do bloom, it seems
That's the lonely, lonely
Girl who sells misfortune

Misfortune, misfortune
Let the flowers of misfortune bloom
That's the lowly, lowly
Girl who sells misfortune