Purple skin, huge head, blood neither green nor blue 
On my already-devastated planet, I’m more handsome than Mayday
That year, a great refugee movement, dad put me on a ship,
The speed of light is faster than love or hate, so I forgot to cry
I arrived here, a light-year away

The cicadas sleep for seven years in return for seven days of splendor

Life passes through endless eras of the disasters humankind is famous for

Zhu Ge Liang, the Battle of Chi-bi, ten thousand people’s single heroic tomb,
Thousands of years later repeated on the TV screen, war is still on center stage
It is possible that the chaos mom spoke of has come again,
Who can completely pay off his own debts, who can control nuclear weapons
Who can experience the enlightenment that brings transfiguration of the soul

Adults in their air-conditioned rooms create wars, children out in the sun flee from them

Oil fields have all gone dry, Wall Street rolls up in crisis,
In the end people fire missiles to protect their own evening meals
What’s more frightening is that in the future, people will be accustomed to this,
When they pick up a dictionary and fan through its pages, from beginning to end they can’t find a word

Is it love, is it love
I don’t want it to be love  (earthlings, goodnight, earthlings, goodnight)
I don’t want it to be love  (earthlings, goodnight, earthlings, goodnight)
I don’t want it to be love