Rolling the words it's searching for your escape from a lonely heart
Rolling the balls it's searching for your bloody angry pure beat

Rolling the words it keeps running tearoom and beautiful night
Rolling the balls it keeps aiming to get a goal, blow their mind

Give me a Strawberry Cream

Creamy head gets golden goal
First love means ironical
Don't know why but you are searching for young soul
when you have alcohol

Falling and running, into our sweet sweet love and lovely words
All we are falling love with you and the great sprightly world

Rolling the words it's searching for your escape from a lonely heart
Rolling the balls it's searching for your bloody angry pure beat

Give me a Strawberry Cream

Creamy head gets golden goal
First love means ironical
Don't know why but you are searching for young soul
when you have alcohol

Morning Glory, you might be listening to it every Saturday
You may be crying with that feeling and the pride
Falling and running, into our sweet sweet love and lovely words
All we are falling love with you and the great sprightly world

Hey！ I love you more, Hey I love you more and more but
You've losst control, You've lost your way to speak anything anymore

Raising and shining, you should keep chanting so loudly
You said to me that ball and words can mean equally fit
Falling and running, into our sweet sweet love and lovely words
All we are falling love with you and the great sprightly world