One by one, from south to north, together with the rows of cherry blossoms
In the explosion of weapons that sounds out, is the best kind of good feeling
As the wind is roused, cutting across, I've got ahold of the laurels in the end
The most serious things are intuition and an exhilirating feeling of a kaboom
What's more, everyone goes directly to the top, turbulence plays around with everything
Your cells are cleansed, brainwashed in an orange color

When I hear it once, it won't leave me; round and round, round and round
The stage will explode in 3 seconds; 3-2-1, round and round
Round and round, round and round
Round and round, round and round, enchanted, enchanted
Cells collapse with a kaboom, orange brainwashes with a kaboom

Waving, a rolled up typhoon; a straight pitch thrown from the Ryuukyuus
The Chanpuruu method, crushed common sense, the end of usurping, a first-rate wind

Destruction of rusted together cells, a huge amount of reverse adrenaline
Feeling the group groove in your body; pleasant feelings are had, so a sense of unity

The hurricane that's been awoken won't stop; the fighting spirit that's been provoked won't hesitate
The tempo rises, the whole nation is brainwashed; yo, the words that are spit out awaken a change

When I hear it once, it won't leave me; round and round, round and round
The stage will explode in 3 seconds; 3-2-1, round and round
Round and round, round and round
Round and round, round and round, enchanted, enchanted
Cells collapse with a kaboom, orange brainwashes with a kaboom

Round and round
Round and round