In the mandala world, grown-ups dance
Prismatic fireflies shed seven-colored light
When a big bonze stepped on the desert
They came to pieces, blown off into the sky like worms
A smiling mummy is going to show you
How to play by scraping off your body
Lu la la la la…
Ya ya yah…
Lu la la la la…
Ya ya yah…
Lu la la la la…
Ya ya yah…
Lu la la la la…
Ya ya yah…
In the mandala world, children play
Dancing bizarrely, we fly to the sky
On the mountain that the desert’s grown-ups cannot see
We chop off our small bodies just a little
The dead are smiling, and so are the children
Let’s dance together with what there is and what there isn’t
Lu la la la la…
Ya ya yah…
Lu la la la la…
Ya ya yah…
Lu la la la la…
Ya ya yah…
Lu la la la la…
Ya ya yah…