Title: MY SWEET BLACK

Artist: BORN

Lyrics:
I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO BLACK MUSIC

DIRTY MY SMELL… THE IDEAL WHICH HAS DIED…
A TEAR HAS SPILLED… CRY (CRY CRY CRY) TO THE MOON…

Your face is awfully, awfully haggard
Shall I play a sound that has warped black to you?

Stop breathing and cover (your) eyes and watch!
Bodies rise to the surface / Don’t be afraid
Without resisting / Hey, show (me your) smile
A parting with horrible reality / bye bye bye bye

MY SWEET BLACK
Let’s dance all night / Let’s bend our hips (euphemism for fornication) and sing of love
MY SWEET BLACK
If (when) you laugh, I recommend you yell “How many times is (it)?”!
Hey, hey, hey, hold out (your) hand
Now for sure, c’mon, let’s start / ah

I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO BLACK MUSIC

Without holding (hugging) knees (to chest) in the white hazy days[…]
Let’s chop up the bodies that have the urge to shine radiantly[…]
[…]I wonder if it (cutting bodies) will become a habit to the extent that it’s crazy?
A parting with horrible reality / bye bye bye bye

MY SWEET BLACK
Yes, flapping! Throwing off the naivety that was worn

MY SWEET BLACK
Without staining anyone / Speed up and let’s face HEAVEN HEAVEN HEAVEN...
Don’t lose (your) way

Brains of corrupt thought! I will strongly, strongly guide, so[…]
[…]don’t be scared, hold out (your) hand / I will guide you