Zuru-zuru, zuru-zuru
We wander aimlessly from place to place
Zuru-zuru, zuru-zuru
We're in no rush, quite slow is our pace
Zuru-zuru, zuru-zuru
Making excuses all the time
Zuru-zuru, zuru-zuru
We allow ourselves to be covered in grime
Zuru-zuru, zuru-zuru
We carelessly sin as if it's fine
When will we heed the truth?
When will we heed the warnings?
When it comes to our deaths, there will be only mourning.
Zuru-zuru, zuru-zuru