Yakuza 0 OST - Bubble （バブル） | Текст песни

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The common scum out on Saturday Night
Isn’t dancing the lambada kinda lame?
I don’t like flattering people, either.
I’m the gangster youth that’s gonna take over this town.
Surround myself with top-rate girls that look like Gokumi
in the VIP lounge of the disco.
Slap the flocking celebrities across the face with a wad of cash

Bein a dandy licking up those skintight clothes
On the night that the champagne rain falls
the world is like candy
with a sweet taste of honey

Oh oh oh, it’s the peacocks’ party night.
Oh oh oh, their worthless (Meiji) image and
their (Taisho) contrasting (Showa) show.
Oh oh oh, it’s this screwed up era.
Oh oh oh, no feigned composure, ride on.
Every every every night, heave-ho!

Throwing heaps of money around again, making lots of noise,
and getting piss drunk.
The stumbling drunk Ginza district everyone fought for is No. 1
I can buy anything with money – love, anything
The vulgar voices of laughter knocks at the very very back of the old honest me, “what will you do?”
Are things fine like this?
My plump and fattened desire has twisted my honest heart.
Tinkerbell cries, tears streaming.
The dream I saw that day, I looked down from a high-rise building;
the scenery I saw wasn’t anything like this,
but I can’t remember what it was.

The economic climate is sweet and dangerous.
It’s delicious for the flocking ants.
Japan has conquered the world.
It’s peace bought with cash.

Oh oh oh, it’s the peacocks’ party night.
Oh oh oh, their worthless (Meiji) image and
their (Taisho) contrasting (Showa) show.
Oh oh oh, it’s this screwed up era.
Oh oh oh, no feigned composure, ride on.
Every every every night, heave-ho!

This hocus-pocus night is dripping with greed.
Mustn’t touch the fruit of the underworld.
Wild dreams covered in bubbles.
Bursting them I was able to see through this era.

Our party is just beginning.
No one can imitate our way of life,
dancing extravagantly.
I just don’t want any regrets.
I’ll open up my own path.
My answer is in this hand.
I will dance in the night sky like a dragon,
put my pride on the line, cry out, and go to the future.
Heave-ho!

Oh oh oh, it’s the peacocks’ party night.
Oh oh oh, their worthless (Meiji) image and
their (Taisho) contrasting (Showa) show.
Oh oh oh, it’s this screwed up era.
Oh oh oh, no feigned composure, ride on.
Every every every night, heave-ho!

Oh oh oh,
Every every every night, heave-ho!

Oh oh oh