Flowers of Yoshiwara (BG) I'm named in honour of flowers of Yoshiwara. I was born in Valentine's day. I have an order, he inside of my skin, And I go as and all, stumbling over this shadow. I have a house, in which for me is cramped, I have a mouth, by which sings someone else, And when I sleep – my reflection Walks instead of me with uncircumcised heart And with a third crystal leg. I was at the bottom – but all the water gone out. I went into the shadows – yeah I was quite bad. I asked to drink – and I was given the cup, And I was nailed to the cross – here only their nails
were the trash. And now I'm here – and I'm under current, Seven thousand volts – hey, comrade, don't
touch wires. I'm father and son, we are with you one and the same, I would have explained all – but I don't remember the true
words. I'm named in honour of flowers of Yoshiwara. I was born, born in Valentine's day. I'm enclosed like a beast in prison of this skin, But I laugh, when I stumble over this shadow.
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