| Re-Translated Lyrics | Song Title | Original Lyrics |
| I' m exactly poor boy (poor boy)/I do not need resonance/Because; i'm easy you coming, easy it goes/It is high a little, it is low, a little | |
| Our times came entirely/But here now the're It goes,/Season don't The fear harvest person of/As for wind, sun or rain | |
| In back section/Cadillac/1st, I'm of bullet; Power pack | |
| Make the shirt and the new shoes clean/And I do not know I have gone somewhere./Suit of quasi- full dress silk/I why do not need the reason. | |
| The space cowboy question people me of some person to obtain, you telephone/Certain people telephone me the gang of love/People me of some person the Mho lith you telephone | |
| Theres truly woman whos/The [pi] or the [pi] everything which shines is the gold/And shes which buys the stairway to the heaven | |
| And I thought in by my/The hell where as for this it is possible to be the heaven, or, or it is possible a certain thing/Then she attached the candle, showed method in me/There was | |
| My life half/The page there is a book by the document/You to live from the idiot and the wise man, being learned | |
| You inquired about that it is good and as for me it sings the person young person concerning her/With that, I inquired about that [oreneiru] puts in place her/With that, I the nail | |
| Just a little, just a little, the mother is the method you moving, making the going groove which you sweat goes./Well, oh, it shakes of the child and method, making the sting makin | |
| Do to loosen, do to loosen, loosen/I first need information./Exactly basic fact. | |
| Us don't There is no necessity education of/We do not need idea control/There is no sarcasm where the classroom is dark | |
| And the girl you with me if it is here/Thing by any means is not the same/Now for bird freely, Im | |
| | Re-Translated Lyrics | Song Title | Original Lyrics |
| Well, the storm threatning/Present my just life/If I do not obtain the refuge | |
| When I when being troubled find by my,/Mother Mary comes to me/It tried the story word of intelligence, to have that. | |
| Therefore of that it can call, therefore you thinks/Heaven from hell,/Skys whose is blue from pain. | |
| The story is mined is said, my freedom which I make important it can tilt./When is old year how, the magic fills up the air before many day. | |
| It is tired to being in the sunlight/Stay in the house which looks at the rain/And it is young, life is long | |
| Well, the stormy operator like thought in the dream which does not go away from the mark,/The road where that led me to the place, pay attention to the flow of the yellow desert | |
| The mother when I am young, called to me/Sits down on side just of my my son who comes/And hear closely to that I say. | |
| As for me as for the red door and me the black which that painted you look at that you think that we want,/Color as for me we do not want turning black to those already | |
| The front of Theres which is pulled/If the right everybodys of Nobodys by mistake | |
| There is a house in new [orinzu]/They call Asahi | |
| You do not worry story concerning thing and everyone/The other thing which no one has learned is learned/The callin my name of Ya, but I obtained the fact that it makes that clear | |
| I saw now morning,/And the sun went/It is attached, the music my day which should start | |
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