Takeda-kun, Takeda-kun,
So devoid of life, it’s just your usual, hey.
You know, men are supposed to thrive in meadows called ‘romance’.
Little kids stay out past 6 and still don’t return to their homes,
Why? Because not a thought crosses their mind of their parents,
Not for the boys, not for the boys.

Follow it until your days are done, men’s love of romance.

Takeda-kun, Takeda-kun,
You say that you don’t understand.
To this strange tune, this mysterious rhythm, don’t you want to dance along?
Italy, Spain, France, Atlantis, Cambodia,
Even when their parents report them missing,
The boys don’t care about it at all.

Follow it until your days are done, men’s love of romance.

Hey, Takeda-kun, don’t you want to try venturing out?

If it’s your feelings you want to renew, let us go to the west.
If it’s scenery you want to view, let us go to the east.
If it’s cigarettes you want to buy, let us go to the south.
If it’s a detour you want to try, then let us go out to the north.

The instant a spark lights in your near-lifeless eyes,
Let us venture out singing songs we don’t know.
If you kick your ramshackle heart into higher gear, distracting yourself,
The loud resounding noise will be your companion on the way.

That’s right, men yearn for romance until the moment they’re dead.
All the shmucks just spend time and money on things so pointless.
The instant a spark lights in your near-lifeless eyes,
Let us venture out singing songs we don’t know.

The instant a spark lights up in your near-lifeless eyes,
Let us venture out singing songs we don’t know.
If you kick your ramshackle heart into higher gear, distracting yourself,
That fraught head of yours will hear some new music.