Yoi dore damu dora no mise youkoso paatii ga [bad word] 
Shinshi shukujo samayou kyaku minasan shanpan awa to nare

"Madame sake wo kure yo"
"Oui, monsieur, que sera sera !"
"Ippai [bad word] you na abusan !"

Daizu wo korogasu yatsu wa Joker miro yo juusan no zoro me sa

"Pessismist utaimashou"
"Nihilist odorou ze"
"Itsuka, doko ka de atta Mephisto !"

Toki wo tome kanpai shiyou

Nante suteki yasashiku [bad word] sasayaku [bad word] Renoir
Yume migachi na kimi no koto dakara konya mo nagaredasu ROMANCE

Oibore koroshiya Mr. J sabita akane no kamisori

"Madame sake wo kure yo"
"Oui, monsieur, que sera sera !"
"Ippai [bad word] you na abusan !"

Oyasumi no kuchizuke shiyou

Nante suteki yasashiku [bad word] yozora wo [bad word] you na Chagall
Fushime gachi na anata no kubisuji kamitsuku afuredasu ROMANCE
Totemo suteki yasashiku [bad word] sasayaku [bad word] Renoir
Yume migachi na kimi no koto dakara konya mo nagaredasu ROMANCE

Yoi dore dame dora no mise sayonara paatii wa oshimai

 [bad word] to the shop of [bad word] debauchery for the damned, the party's just begun 
Gentlemen, ladies, those just passing through, everyone, champagne all around

"...some sake for me Madame"
"Oui Monsieur, que sera sera!"
'shot as bewitching as absinthe for me!'

That guy there rolling the dice is the Joker, look, he got 13 matching dice

"Pessimist, let us sing"
"Nihilist, we're gonna dance"
'The other day, I met Mephisto some place!' 

Now, let's stop and make a toast

How lovely, I kill you gently as I whisper, splitting you into cracks like a Renoir 
Because I tend to dream of you, tonight again ROMANCE streams forth

Mr. J is a senile old hitman whose crimson razor [bad word] 

"...some sake for me Madame"
"Oui Monsieur, que sera sera!"
'shot of bewitching absinthe for me!'

Now, let's kiss goodnight

How lovely, I kill you as gently as Chagall paints the night sky 
You tend to lower your eyes as I bite into the nape of your neck and the ROMANCE begins to overflow
So lovely, I kill you gently as I whisper, splitting you into cracks like a Renoir
Because I tend to dream of you, tonight again ROMANCE streams forth

The shop of [bad word] debauchery for the damned bids you farewell, the party is at an end