There are a lot of wonders in the country of the garbage Heap of junk which I scraped up absorbedly It burns together and shines My sentimental makes whereabouts mind of the love of that girl Somebody brandishes power of the justice, and a town burns I continue being troubled with hero, me; and you are a heroine he thinks of forthcoming last time soon An old man puts up a heavy waist I dance a parting dance Let the atmosphere to the unseen New World Have already caught it The sos signal which I continue sending swims in the air But there is not a drama here The beautiful sun which sets in both the right and the left The sky, the moon light it up. I swing the sky, a heart The restless world, an experiment are busy Saying that I do not permit it either I row a ship to other world he thinks of forthcoming last time soon An old man puts up a heavy waist I dance a parting dance Let the atmosphere to the unseen New World to the unseen New World