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>Just a machine translation of the second song in OP
Man and cat crying at the window
Gray rain dripping directly onto the glass.
To a man with a cat ambulance rides,
Poor man, a sick brain cramped.
Dr. rides, rides through the snowy plain.
Powder healing people it carries.
Man and cat powder that will,
And sorrow depart, and longing to be held.
Man and cat days hardly believe
Instead sky blue gray ceiling.
Man and cat fly at night,
Just a dream neveschy wing does not.
Where are you, where are you, where are you, a white coach?
Within the walls of the toilet man yelling.
But they do not hear the walls of the pipe like veins,
And drain the tank as heart pounding wildly