SPEED STAR

This imitating, rotten thing crunches in the afternoon.
The SPEED STAR can't stop

The beautiful blue sky is now burning
He threw oil which overflowed and then disappeared

The mirage which saw no future is now burning
Throw and spit oil
SPEED STAR

Lately all these fakes are for bargain sale
And he kicks the accelerator for full throttle

Merely skipping over to this place
Over there, where the sky is devoured

Poisoned from a small profit
These guys are selling themselves nowadays
A voice's small profit, gesture's small profit.

This imitating, rotten thing crunches in the afternoon.
The SPEED STAR can’t stop

I don't want to sing this song any longer
While merely kicking this!

The meandering way of this off-blooming season business
This singing voice frolics too much
In the HIGH SPEED STAR year