Wisteria dresses Lake Biwa
Gods in suits curse the rain from the bar
Traveler, let’s go wring the neck of love
Our eyelashes are waxy, let’s write our dreams in the bark of the trees

Kyoto is burning under the night lights
The windows and the pines are blazing on the hills
And the city smells of sulfur and death
The golden pavilion is submerged in pain

Arashiyama shelters sylvan dreams
The stars envelop the ultra-dense forest with their light
A geisha sat on the threshold of twilight
The moon reflected the sparkle of the petals

Opposite winds stirred the turbid water
Electronic music – the reeds fly away
I loved you in Arashiyama