Lyric

Lanterns sway

As evening falls

The Edo night wind

Slips through my sleeves

Call it stylish

Call it foolish

Tonight again

I just drift through this floating world

Past Yoshiwara

The moon laughs down

When the shamisen plays

The whole night dances

"There goes that man again"

The girls in town whisper

Another rumor

Another cup of sake

Put a brush in my hand

Even the wind turns stylish

A woman's perfume

Becomes another color

Let the Shogun's men

Keep their eyes on me

They may bind my hands

But they'll never

Bind my heart

Drift away

Drift away

Like a boat

I stay afloat

Sin and style

Only one thin line

Between them

Where laughter lives

Butterflies

Will dance

Yurari

Yurari

A ladies' man

Through the floating world

Edo night wind

Turning up my sleeves

Love and sake

Everything becomes

A work of art

Yurari

Yurari

A playful heart

Is how I live

Even exile

Makes a fine story

Dance until sunrise

UKIYO SWING

From early evening

The wooden clappers ring

The townsfolk argue

What's stylish

What's crude

One brush is all I need

To cross this floating world

Tonight's breeze

Is worth more

Than gold to me

Drift and drift

Even all the way

To some distant island

This whole life

Is only halfway through a dream

If they laugh

Then let them laugh

I'll get drunk

With the moon

Tonight

Behind the shoji

A shadow paints her lips red

Love and desire

Burst into bloom

Rather than leave

My name behind

I'd rather dance

Through the moment

And when I fall—

Let me fall

In style

"The floating world?

It's nothing

But a festival."

I breathe out smoke

And watch the sky

If we're born to bloom

And born to fall

Then make it brilliant

This whole world

Is only

A dream on stage

Yurari

Yurari

The ladies' man

Who keeps Edo talking

A boat on the Sumida

Beneath the rain

Laughing

As I cut

Through the age

Yurari

Yurari

Stay stylish

Until the very end

Leaving only

The scent of ink behind

I disappear

Into the dawn

UKIYO SWING

The lanterns fade

And morning comes

Was it a dream?

Was it real?

Who can say?

Still—

The wind keeps blowing

Through this floating world

Yurari

Yurari

A butterfly dances