
Date of issue: 04.11.2018
Song language: English
Senbonzakura |
With a bold and sudden calling |
Western Revolution’s starting |
Let our hearts be open to it pacifist nation |
Riding on a penny-farthing, It’s the flag of our sun rising |
Warding evil spirits like an ICBM |
On the train tracks, running along the line |
Let us move forward, don’t look behind |
Boys and girls becoming like samurai |
Just like those from our previous life |
Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light |
Though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind |
This bouquet that surrounds |
Is iron poison, see? |
Looking down at us from that big guillotine |
Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know |
The lament that you sing can’t reach ears anymore |
We are still far away from reaching clear blue skies |
Go ahead, keep shooting, with that ray gun, fight! |
Veterans who’ve trained through struggles are now officers in battle |
Here and there, we see the harlots in procession |
This one, that one, doesn’t matter, every single person gathers |
March on to our saintly deaths now! |
Passing through the gates on the mountain peaks |
Escaping this world, kill all the evil fiends |
Surely this will end in a denouement |
Among the crowds giving their applause |
Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light |
Though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind |
This bouquet that surrounds |
Is iron poison, see? |
Looking down at us from that big guillotine |
Darkness has just engulfed the universe we know |
The lament that you sing can’t reach ears anymore |
We are still far away from reaching peaks of hope |
Go ahead, keep shooting, use the flashing bolt! |
On the train tracks, running along the line |
Let us move forward, don’t look behind |
Boys and girls becoming like samurai |
Just like those from our previous life |
Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light |
Though I can’t hear your voice, keep what I say in mind |
That bouquet that surrounds |
Is iron poison, see? |
Leaping down to us from that big guillotine |
Thousands of cherry blossoms dwindling in the light |
Once your song can be heard, we’ll dance with all our might |
This bouquet that surrounds |
Is iron poison, see? |
Go ahead, keep shooting, with that ray gun, lead |