FANDOM

1,940,975 Pages

StarIconGreen
LangIcon
{{#invoke:str|sanitize|Lesson 2 Stamp}}

This song is by {{#invoke:str|sanitize|Kan Mikami}} and appears on the album Barking Practice /// White Lines (2007).

The flickering, fluttering sound of the hot spring
Wraps itself around our flesh
But the naked bathers take no notice

A long cable stretches to the waterfall massage
Satellite waves fly
From here to mainland

The emotions of naked, flushed souls
The sweetness of aged-shrivelled breasts
Even were the silver ring to tarnish
Who would notice such a thing?

And perhaps three lines of white smoke
Pluming straight and true

The final one, slipping free of my body
And reaching all the way to your country