Take me to vibrate in Yurikamome (« the laughing gull »)
Mu soul is futuristic, burned by a hundred neon lights
The luminous panels slap my shameful conscience
Already the stores close, the night opens its beating doors
The lute constelated with our eyes reflects our blue dreams

The Rainbow bridge protects our eyes from the darkness
An amusement park with blue reflections
The shameful exuberance beads on Sunshine city
Reflects the soul of the sky, the oxygen of the city dies,
And the waters of the rivers reveal their gloved hands

Take my hand, traveler, let’s enter this deserted nightclub,
Give me that gin, I’ve burned too much without you,
The tower of Tokyo penetrates the stellar vault
And pierces the mystery of our wandering silhouettes