Motherland
Eichiro
If I were asked to point to a paper map and call my motherland
I would rather be held by a blade of grass
Shout to the grass seeds in the spring light
Motherland, my motherland
Kiss together with the wind passing by the blades of grass
My motherland
Kiss my motherland with the dew rolling in the morning wind
Kiss my motherland
I shout to the endless fields
I shouted to the blossoming village
Shout to a small river, my motherland
Shout to a wisp of smoke, my motherland
Even, to the frame behind the reeds Old Waterwheel
Motherland, dear motherland
Relatives
Those alive in the world and those buried in the soil
I love You
I chase your retreating figures
Shout loudly with tears
Motherland, dear motherland
Know everything A lifetime of love for the motherland is not enough
But I still want to love
I can’t love the thousands of miles of the motherland
I just love a wild flower of the motherland
A wooden plow
A grain of black soil