Away to Osaka,
In the mysteries of love
With the thought of red flowers
Flying upon the wind.
In the passage of light
Is two eyes like holy thunder
And in the spelling of love
I see the image never ending.
Away to Osaka,
In the mysteries of love
With the thought of red flowers
Flying upon the wind.
In the passage of light
Is two eyes like holy thunder
And in the spelling of love
I see the image never ending.