I just can't take it anymore
I've got to say what I want to say

At the bus stop on the way home, in the evening twilight
I say bye bye bye to your sad looking back

You've got to show me your Fighting Pose, oh! Oh! 

world like the one I dreamt of
Where everyday life is peaceful, and without conflict

But the [bad word] is, those days are trouble
And sometimes those kinds of Rolling days are [bad word] 
Isn't rolling great? 
During those times, I smile for you

From inside the bus that I was rode on
I could see your small smile

I'm depending on you, oh! Oh! 

sweet love like the one I dreamt of
Lovers search for a hiding place

But the [bad word] is, as the days that I can't see you
Continue on, I'm believing in those rolling days

Stumbling, way to go!! 
Yeah!! Yeah!! rolling star, covered in mud!! 

I want to smile as much as possible
But in order to protect myself, there's no helping it, is there? 

Certainly, lies don't have that sort of a meaning
All my loving
And if that's the case, I don't need to lie

world like the one I dreamt of
Where everyday life is peaceful, and without conflict

But the [bad word] is, those days are trouble
And sometimes those kinds of Rolling days are [bad word] 
... Yes, I understand
Stumbling, way to go!! 
Yeah!! Yeah!! rolling star, covered in mud!!