Boys Fire The Tricot / ボーイズ、トリコに火を放つ

see the distant cloud
then you feel so proud
blessing approaching
it will come with sting

like a sommelier
taste the tears in May
misfortune comes like the moon
but then it sets too soon
unlike a red balloon

hey, boys! fire the tricot
leave it by the portico
our token on the hill
full of bitter will
breathed the winter's chill

and it's flaming still
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