A darker take on 1950s pop songs.

Only for your lips.
Only for your lips
Shall I long for the blood.
Only for your lips.
Je veux le rouge tete.

( Je veux le rouge tete
Bonne nuit, kuchiburu. )

With this trot at midnight,
moon shall our parting.
With this trot at midnight
at the darkest hour I
embrace you as we

Make farewell kisses
in pool a blood.

We didn’t want to part,
for our love couldn’t start.
The accordion under the moonlight hour,
marked her execution.

( Je veux le rouge tete
Bonne nuit, kuchiburu. )

Only for your lips.
Only for your lips
Shall I long for the blood.
Only for your lips.
Je veux le rouge tete.

Even in death, shall we never part,
The couple of death has their embrace.

As I carass your beautiful face.
The severed head of a goose girl.
My farest dove in flight.