Everybody calls me a bad boy, I quitted the boring high school,
Cold father threw me into the old temple in Kyoto for discipline,
Nobody supported me, I like quarrel and animals, I dislike study and worthless rule,
My clothes which I made with the memento of beloved mother,
I want to become a designer than a priest, I never shave my head,
Father is a teacher of religion, but he loves money than anything of the world,
Hypocrites said to me, “ you go to the hell, you are the desperado!”
All right, hell is better than I am with those fellows,
However, I had a mysterious dream last night,
The gentleman surrounded by golden light, he told like a kindly uncle to me,
“The world is full of hypocrisy and trickery since I was a sensitive boy like you,
Your mind is lonely and suffers, but don’t grieve…