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Now it is coming to you giving off a stench, devouring your shadow.
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name.
Now your shadow procreates as if the ground is being smothered.
The parade of lunacy is coming, and it is in your name.

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Marvelous mushroom shaped cloud in the sky
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
the afternoon of the little birds feeding in an alley

I shall talk to you with my hand on the grass in the sunbeams
See, our dream is blossoming on the lunch bench

Keep the sound of waves in your heart
Keep melancholy on the bottom
Extend the bridge to tomorrow
Without worrying about a tidal wave

Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
Such a marvelous vapour trail
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The afternoon of the people passing on the popular street

I shall walk with you, holding your hand with a smile
See, the voice of "it's all over" is drowned out by the wind

Without worrying about tomorrow
let your destination slide
Lock up your heart
Without believing in an avalanche

Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
Flaming rain that I used to see in my dreams
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The afternoon that I woke up by the office window

I shall go out with you since I was invited by the sunbeams
See, our dream is blossoming on the lunch bench

Listening to the wind blowing against the grass
Throw away melancholy
Blelieve that tomottow will be fine
Without worrying about the meaning of the dream

Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
Marvelous mushroom shaped cloud in the sky
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
the afternoon of the little birds feeding in an alley
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The dream that we raised on the lunch bench
Raa-eee-yaa Ra-Ra-ee-yo-ra
The afternoon that was born in the sunbeams