Текст песни Buck-Tick My Baby Japanese (English)

My Baby Japanese.
Hands undo the buttons of the masochist’s dark suit
The magma called desire eddying in a whirlpool of devotion

The man is whipped by his hysterical mistress
Tonight, the dancers are tasting a masked ball

Tangling red hair, banging his head, he’s dreaming they’re dancing in a garden
And more than tomorrow or the pipe dreams of the future, she’s just searching for an angel

There’s a new drama for the actors in a moutain of sugared morality
A typhoon of purification and rebirth spiralling out of control

Wondering about this evening’s menu, between his legs he’s about to explode
Perhaps the hyenas will find their prey tonight

In this pure white room, she’s getting hungy, and even her manicure is falling away
With a little soup and some crumbs of bread, she’s just searching for an angel

Tangling red hair, banging his head, he’s dreaming they’re dancing in a garden
And more than tomorrow or the pipe dreams of the future, she’s just searching for an angel