Kan Mikami - Lesson 2: Stamp lyrics

The flickering, fluttering sound of the hot spring Wraps itself around our flesh But the naked bathers take no notice A long cable stretches to the waterfall ma**age Satellite waves fly From here to mainland The emotions of naked, flushed souls The sweetness of aged-shrivelled breasts Even were the silver ring to tarnish Who would notice such a thing? And perhaps three lines of white smoke Pluming straight and true The final one, slipping free of my body And reaching all the way to your country