Why throw flowers
if you are a garden?
With those scents,
I feel like dying.
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,*
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,**
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
Why give kisses,
my wallflower?
With those colors,
I pale.
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
Why transplant yourself
to my heart?
Why not cut yourself
off from the root?
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
Look, you wear innocence
on the surface of your skin,***
and besides, you are always
as fresh as a daisy.****
I am the hummingbird
who drinks up all of your honey.
I am the hummingbird
who drinks up all of your honey.
I am the hummingbird.
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.