[Verse 1] Light as fluff, with tufts of down, sways on breeze through digital town. Two black eyes peek through fuzzy crown, antennae bob — not touching ground. [Pre-Chorus] Can’t fight hard, won’t play the war, just blow some bubble goo and float away! [Chorus] Yuramon! Soft and slow! Drifting where the winds may go! *Nenchakusei no Awa!* Stick and run — escape is how this seed gets done! [Verse 2] “Yurayura…” that’s my tune, the sound of motion, light as moon. From egg to earth, I softly roam — find my soil, prepare to grow. [Bridge] No flash, no boom, no mighty stance, just patience in this fluffy dance. But don’t be fooled by quiet grace — evolution’s brewing in this space! [Chorus] Yuramon! Soft and slow! Drifting where the winds may go! *Nenchakusei no Awa!* Stick and run — escape is how this seed gets done!
