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Curry in the air, it’s midnight flame

Spices whisper everybody’s name

Tokyo streets with a Delhi smile

Cheap gold chain but I’m walking in style

Basement shops with sacks of rice

Coriander leaves and cardamom spice

店の奥から笑い声

Mango pickle jars stacked high in a row

Smells of masala, drifting high

ナマステとこんばんは mix in the sky

Work all day, dance all night

Life’s a hustle but it feels just right

Spice lane hustle, Tokyo groove

Curry and cumin, we still move

Masoor dal in neon light

Shin-Okubo makes it all feel right

Spice lane hustle, chai divine

スパイスの中に love will shine

From Delhi to Shinjuku side

We sing our hustle, we sing with pride

Visa stamps and turmeric stains

Cash handshakes, survival games

Okra fresh on a Sunday night

Papad crackles under neon light

Spice lane hustle, Tokyo groove

Curry and cumin, we still move

Masoor dal in neon light

Shin-Okubo makes it all feel right

Spice lane hustle, chai divine

スパイスの中に love will shine

From Delhi to Shinjuku side

We sing our hustle, we sing with pride

Red chili tears but a golden laugh

Every street here splits my path

Tokyo cold, but the curry’s warm

Outsiders here make a brand-new norm

They laugh at the jars of hing on the shelf

But you can’t cook curry without the smell

Here the hustle makes kings from none

Even lentils shine like a rising sun

Masala mixing with city lights

ナマステと乾杯, endless nights

Laugh at the price, but you’ll still pay

‘Cause our spice beats rent every day

Spice lane hustle, Tokyo groove

Cheap shops shining, we still move

Masoor dal in neon light

Shin-Okubo makes it all feel right

Spice lane hustle, curry divine

辛さの中に love will shine

From Delhi to Shinjuku side

We sing our hustle, we sing with pride

“Too spicy?”

“That’s how we heal!”

“What’s this jar?”

“That’s asafoetida, real.”

“Tokyo cold?”

“Curry is warm.”

“Shin-Okubo?”

“That’s where we transform!”

Curry in my veins, Tokyo nights

Ambika dreams still shining bright

Call it spice, but we call it gold

Shin-Okubo — stories untold