You traveled to Japan  and spoke to Mr. Ponder

a French poet who taught you how to wonder

As a Japanese white-eye dashed on your chest,

you noticed that we would never be this free.

Nananana

I understood you then; still I needed to evoke her

As she made us paint all views the same color

Dark deeply black-eye I hope you realize

How difficult it will be to change our routine

Not until you and I, had hailed the golden sky

On places where red carps are still truly  red

 Nananana

 Every second I'll be amazed, I wonder why

You drew a timeless circle when others went on strike

I need a colored moving dream against all machinery

You complete the art of my endless scenery

Not until you and I, had hailed the golden sky

On places where red carps are still truly  red

Deeply hoping that the sky will turn back to blue

Where we'd still be there, awake to fall asleep

You traveled to Japan and spoke to Mr. Ponder

a French poet who taught you how to wonder

As a Japanese white-eye dashed on your chest,

You noticed that we would never be this free.