BEYOUN THE FLAMES The smell of dogs from Paris I can see Coming from beyond the flames A tall American who was in the Vietnam War Wanders with you throught the Parisian night Pressing down your swollen arm You sickly ask "Aren't there any antibiotics around?" Save by the upbeatness Of the tall American You tease the cops of Paris Since we've been apart I can see you Forever, just like this, without meeting Because we're apart I think about you Forever, just like this, without meeting I won't look back, not now I'm drinking sake And blowing out smoke I can see you Beyond the flames You were there Even in a town I've never been to 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　lyrics by Maki Asakawa 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　translations by John Solt

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