Over the Wall　壁の向こう

Hard red dry mud of terra firma

Rises and stands upright to be the Highest Wall

While walking along with fingertips on the Wall

I go past by the humming of the Mango Tree

Gassa-gosso, zaw-zoowa, wow

Because the Sun shines to make me this thick

Because the Wind blows to shake my leaves

My song is always sung like this

Shash-lah, sa-la-lah, salah, sash-lah

Mango Tree is beckoning to invite

To sing but the Wall begins to change its color

With excitement and tranquillity of an executioner

The Green Wall tortures the Man of Tar in sight

You will never ever sever those chains

With that hairy furred face of yours

You will never ever be kissed by none

Oddly, I hear you are crying with your dark eyes

Surely, we know those tears will never be dried

Sobbing, weeping, of the Man of Tar, is fading away

At the far end of the Wall where it loses its colorfulness

An unforeseen encounter to the Pure Holiness

It makes me laugh but I don't know why

The Pure Holiness is total speechless

Swinging the entangled strings all around the body

Showing two silly blank dots as they were eyes

Recognizes me then turns its makeshift head

Absolutely still in the middle of holy dance

For further more long way beyond the far end

The Wall crouched down and resolved into dirt

I, undoubtedly, saw it over the Wall

I, stunningly, was penetrated by spasm after all