The Yellow Monkey

Yes sir!!

Turning his back to the dawn, he waits for you on the balcony
Not giving in to the rain, he's waiting with a Nihilistic face
He's had his freedom taken away, a sad asian boy
From this point on, it's a sort of play that seems to be soaked in blood
And the boy whispers

"But how I'd like to touch those cherry blossom colored lips, those lips"
Bound by his strong weaknesses
A sad asian boy

Turning his back to the dawn, what colors does he dream in?
An aesthetic joke bears its fangs aesthetically
Ah, he's had his lover taken away too, a sad asian boy
He was burned by love and truth
And the boy whispers

"But how I'd like to touch those cherry blossom colored lips, those lips"
My life can't disperse in the midst of weakness
How I'd like to touch that flicker of white breasts, those breasts"
Bound by his strong weaknesses
A sad...yes sir!!

A young soldier who has lost his way
Wanders in search of a flower
And the boy, who has had the same dreams as you, cries out

"But how I'd like to touch those cherry blossom colored lips, those lips"
My life can't be whittled down if traded for strength"
Look, god is waiting behind him, with a sword over his head
Dreams, scatter and turn to flowers
A sad asian boy

Ah asian boy
Could it be that you're an asian boy too?
Asian boy, oh asian boy
Could it be that you're an asian boy too?

Asian boy, oh asian boy
Oh asian boy, ah asian boy
Oh asian boy
Oh asian boy, oh asian boy