I can't believe yesterday on the breezeway
The picture of a paradise pillow falling
We were joined...
I like when you flip me over
With our hands, teto teto shan
But still, more, teto shan
I heard that we laugh at the same kinds of things
WIth our hands, teto teto shan
Loving you, tightly, teto shan
If we stoop and go through, it's an Edo Polka!
I can't believe that seven, ten days has passed
On the corner, there is lightning
Even if you don't measure, you have a steal step
Like the characteristics of a Kabuki actor
With our hands, teto teto shan
But still, more, teto shan
You loved me first, or I brightened up first
With our hands, teto teto san
Loving you, tightly, teto shan
The forehead I look up at is an Edo Polka
A string used for tricks~an iris trap
~a big wrestling match~standing on tiptoe
With our hands, teto teto shan
Even more, teto shan
I heard that we laugh at the same kinds of things
WIth our hands, teto teto shan
Loving you, tightly, teto shan
If we stoop and go through, it's an Edo Polka!
I'll always chase you, Polka!
