What now? Businessmen are busying around our corner.
Banks turn our bread into money,
The prince of the asphalt I am.
Of course, that park is put into plastic bag,
adults fall in love with Hullujussi.
oh, how small I am.
The prince of the asphalt
The prince of the asphalt
The prince of the asphalt
I am, I am
And now, why is my cradle widened again ,
that's how the boy said to his close friend
The prince of the asphalt I am
God damn, again monsters ascend to our corner,
with their claws grab for our savings purse,
still, so little I am.
The prince of the asphalt
The prince of the asphalt
The prince of the asphalt
I am, I am
The prince of the asphalt
The prince of the asphalt
The prince of the asphalt
I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
What now? I stall and staring I remain
mothers crying secretly I see,
but the prince of the asphalt I am