The Lyrics Translations of Shane D. Anderson

When the triangular moon rises, the old trumpet resounded inside my pocket
How can I struggle to reach here, nobody knows; it’s more beautiful to not understand
The good children exchange looks as they head to the other side of the darkness, to a place nobody can see through to

Beyond the wasteland the temperature is just like midday, the scattered sparks
smell like burnt stars
The rocket tears to pieces and the people of the desert find the scattered sparks
It smells like burnt stars, late at night

Radio waves soar from the dead towns, come now, let’s cross over the germanium rooftops and
dance together with the bandoneon leopard
Radio waves soar from the dead towns, once Sullivan waves his hand
the bandoneon leopard plays upon the rooftops in the moonlit night

The illusions don't vanish in this place that nobody can see
The girl running and concealed in sand sways her cotton print
The neon of the town she’s running after just disappears as if it's flickering

I want you to listen closely to me, and also to the song I’m singing
It’ll quietly disappear, the music is the same as the illusion

Beyond the wasteland the temperature is just like midday, the scattered sparks
smell like burnt stars
The rocket tears to pieces and the people of the desert find them, the scattered sparks
smell like burnt stars; Late at night

Radio waves soar from the dead towns, come now, let’s cross over the germanium rooftops and
dance together with the bandoneon leopard
Radio waves soar from the dead towns, once Sullivan waves his hand
the bandoneon leopard plays upon the rooftops in the moonlit night