Vocaloid Original Songs - BABIRON lyrics

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kuuchuu hankagai no zattou kokkyou wa PASUTERU-gatame

FURATTA shindou gendouryoku tanbiron

gouhou WANDARANDA ran'you

SHISUTAA no inori mo DORAGGU ni

satsutaba no kakeru waraigoemure o nashita suteinu no gaisen PAREEDO

hoechirasu koe kanshu no te

uso-mamire damashiai

sontoku kanjou shinra-banshou

neratta shinzou GOMU-teppousekai o kataru HARIBOTE GYANGUSUTA ni

renban naranda GUANGURI tobaku

mattaira na kono machi de sodatte

atarimae o sutetajuutaku no yousai zousenjo fuyuusen no tsuiraku-ato

goraku minzoku kouyougo mo kondou

enshin-bunri MERII-GOO-RAN

kanransha wa jinja no katasumi

kouhai shijou satta SURAMU hinminyotte RAVI-DAVI sanzan na onzou

nakayubi tateta shoujo wa dare?

"matte, HANII, DAARIN!"

bon'you na kangei ni akiretakassai nakushita hiyatoi MUUBII SUTAA ni

utta PURAIDO kanjou TORIPPU

densen hayashita tettou miage

rojiura de odorunagare nagareru hito no umi

harabai de nedaru o-men'ya

kane no ne de nakiyamu akago

sono te ni dakareta urei oRARARA... asai KIMI no utanettaiya ni naku zakkyo BIRU ROKKU SUTAA ni

senzen no taida sandome no shinjuu

heitai no retsu ukiyo ni waratte

tengu no men hazushite yosekai o kataru HARIBOTE GYANGUSUTA ni

renban naranda GUANGURI tobaku

makkura na kono machi to o-wakare

hora jaa mata ashita.

English translation

Its shopping district in the sky is congested, and its borders consolidated with pastel.

Flutter oscillation, driving force, and theories of aestheticism

are being misused legally by the wonderlanders.

Even the nuns' prayers are turning into drugs,

while laughter of gamblers with rolls of money can be heard everywhere.Packs of stray dogs are walking a parade of triumphant return,

with their barking voices scattering the applauding hands of the audience.

Everything is covered with lies, everyone is deceiving everyone,

emotions are gained and lost, and nothing can be spared.

People's hearts are being aimed at by rubber band guns.Telling the gangsta-wannabes about the world,

you attach serial numbers to them and gamble gamble!

People are born and raised on these perfectly level streets,

so they have cast away their ordinary life.Residential buildings are also used as shipyards, covered with blimps' crash remains.

In this nation of entertainment, even the official language has become fuzzy.

Here's a merry-go-round capable of centrifugation,

and there's a Ferris wheel in the corner of a shrine.

At the decayed markets are clusters of slum dwellers.The intoxicated lovey-dovey couples present such an unsightly stereo image,

and who is that girl who just gave me a middle finger?!

"Wait, honey, darling!"

This kind of mediocre welcome has gotten really tiring.To the part-time movie stars, who have lost their cheers from the audience,

you have sold your pride, and indulged in psychedelic trips.

Staring up at steel towers that have electric lines growing out of them,

you frolic in the shady back valleys.Within the flowing waves and waves of people,

a mask dealer is on his stomach and soliciting for

the baby held in your arms, who, usually a source of distress,

has stopped crying at the chime of the bell.Lalala... It's a shallow song about the shallow you.On a hot and humid night, you cry to the rock star in your mixed living quarter;

filled with listlessness before the war, you attempt love suicide for a third time.

Smile evasively at the rows of soldiers,

and take off your tengu mask already.Telling the gangsta-wannabes about the world,

you attach serial numbers to them and gamble gamble!

Bidding goodbye to this pitch black street,

I guess, uh, see you tomorrow then.