People are pushing and shouting as I’m standing in a cage.
I sense the artist’s feelings as he sings
It brings me into an ecstasy as flying without wings.
They are shouting whaau, whaau, whaau
If you turn around you’ll see a huge crowd move
It is a beautiful sight like the barley in the fields
When the wind lets the barley wave, it’s a groove.
The artist sees the phenomenon behind a glass shield.
Luckily I am standing with the world’s best boy,
We are standing closely, both feeling the joy
He rescues me from the crowd’s high pressure
He looks me in my eyes as if he discovered a golden treasure.
They are shouting whaau, whaau, whaau
The concert will soon be over
The artists are giving away relics.
The straining crowd's glowing like purple clover.Everybody’s struggle to get the drumsticks
When the light turns of the crowd shouts for one last time...
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