A muggy breeze on a midsummer night
Wind chimes ringing in lazy time
From beyond the smoky air you came
Sparking hunger, without a name
Fat dripping down, smoke rising high
Charcoal heat melts my rational mind
And all I can say is — "Negima..."
Yakitori! Yakitori!
Grilled temptation, brain evaporation
Negima! Thigh! Skin!
In front of the shichirin, under summer skies
Mankind left civilization behind
Charcoal flickers in my eyes, beer in hand
The damp night air wraps everything
Lanterns at the stalls are swaying slow
No turning back — I already know
The fan’s soft wind just isn’t enough
Before logic dissolves in the rising heat
It’s now or never — sauce or salt?
Yakitori! Yakitori!
Charcoal-seared reason, brains overheating
Meatball! Liver! Tail meat!
Smoke and flame awaken in my chest
The primal beast I thought had left
There’s no name for the scent of the grill
Just keep cooking — give me one more thrill
I lay down the skewer, lay down the words
Right now, I just want to feel
Yakitori! Yakitori!
Memories and language, up in smoke
Neck! Cartilage! Heart!
Even if the sun begins to rise
We’ll never go back to our old lives
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