One by one, from south to north, together with the rows of cherry blossoms In the explosion of weapons that sounds out, is the best kind of good feeling As the wind is roused, cutting across, I've got ahold of the laurels in the end The most serious things are intuition and an exhilirating feeling of a kaboom What's more, everyone goes directly to the top, turbulence plays around with everything Your cells are cleansed, brainwashed in an orange color When I hear it once, it won't leave me; round and round, round and round The stage will explode in 3 seconds; 3-2-1, round and round Round and round, round and round Round and round, round and round, enchanted, enchanted Cells collapse with a kaboom, orange brainwashes with a kaboom Waving, a rolled up typhoon; a straight pitch thrown from the Ryuukyuus The Chanpuruu method, crushed common sense, the end of usurping, a first-rate wind Destruction of rusted together cells, a huge amount of reverse adrenaline Feeling the group groove in your body; pleasant feelings are had, so a sense of unity The hurricane that's been awoken won't stop; the fighting spirit that's been provoked won't hesitate The tempo rises, the whole nation is brainwashed; yo, the words that are spit out awaken a change When I hear it once, it won't leave me; round and round, round and round The stage will explode in 3 seconds; 3-2-1, round and round Round and round, round and round Round and round, round and round, enchanted, enchanted Cells collapse with a kaboom, orange brainwashes with a kaboom Round and round Round and round