ロンドンスラッグパーティハイ [rondon suraggu paati hai] [English translation]

I work like a slave in this beautiful and noble city

doing cleaning, washing and housework,

All the while worrying about the ticking of the clock.

Dance (donna, donna) until morning comes. (1)

The night (donna, donna) messenger

disappeared (donna, donna) into the misty street corner.

The music (donna, donna) of darkness echoes.

Do you like this town?

I love it! It’s the best!

After the fog rolls in, that’s when the performance is.

I wonder, can you hear them? Those noises?

(Can I head over there too?)

Of course! This is your reward.

Shall we meet again here tomorrow night?

I’m not lying! Really!

Hold it! What are you doing?!

After you’ve finished cleaning, you’ve got to do the laundry!

After doing the laundry, you’ve got to go shopping!

When you’re done shopping, you have to cook!

And while you’re waiting, boil the bath water!

Is my son’s change of clothes ready?

You’re such a fool! Can’t you do anything?!

At a street corner in the thick fog, people smile beneath their masks.

With these sounds, which unsettle hearts, dance and make merry until dawn!

Dance (donna, donna) until morning comes.

The night (donna, donna) messenger

disappeared (donna, donna) into the misty street corner.

The music (donna, donna) of darkness echoes.

You must be able to hear those sounds when you advance down silent downtown.

If you don’t have a mask on, you can’t hear them.

They resound beyond the thick fog…

(Welcome! Thank you for coming again today.

When I welcome you with my cracked, low voice…)

Rational fools will become irrational

When surprised by those surprising sounds!

Your master appears tired.

If you invite them, they’ll be happy.

No, no! It’s fine, since you’re special.

I’m tired of this city.

Yes, yes! I didn’t tell you its name:

London Slag Party High!

I’ll heal you with the mist’s music.

I’m tired of this city.

Do you like this town?

I love it! It’s the best!

After the fog rolls in, that’s when the performance is.

I wonder, can you hear them? Those noises?

(Can I head over there too?)

Of course! This is your reward.

Shall we meet again here tomorrow night?

London Slag Party High!

Dance (donna, donna) until morning comes.

The night (donna, donna) messenger

disappeared (donna, donna) into the misty street corner.

The music (donna, donna) of darkness echoes.

• Artist:-MASA WORKS DESIGN-
• Album:ALCATRAZ