The time of arrival, has long passed.
The time of the date with my girlfriend, has long passed.
The time of sunset, has long passed.
The time of the last bus, has long passed.
But still,
The bus hasn’t come, the bus hasn’t come.
地団駄踏んでも 土下座をしても
座禅を組んでも 逆立ちしても
バスが来ない バスが来ない
I stomp, I get on my knees,
I meditate, or I stand on my hands,
A paper boy came with morning papers.
A paper boy came with evening papers.
Seasons change, winter has come.
She now has a new boyfriend.
But still,
The bus hasn’t come, the bus hasn’t come.
Mom and dad have gone to heaven,
The second grandchild has just came to her.
The bus hasn’t come, the bus hasn’t come.
Now the sun rises from the West,
A missile flew in from the North.
But still,
The bus hasn’t come, the bus hasn’t come.
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