ふるさと

Usagi oishi ka no yama, kobuna tsurishi ka no kawa, yume wa ima mo megurite, wasuregataki furusatoThat hill where I chased rabbits, that river where I fished for carp, even now they appear like a dream, the furusato I can't forget.

Hito wa isa kokoro mo shirazu furusato wa hana zo mukashi no ka ni nioikeruIs that so? I do not know people's heart―yet in my old place the flowers are fragrant as in the past.

Furusato to narinishi Nara no miyako ni mo iro wa kawarazu hana wa sakikeriEven in the capital of Nara, now become our home of old the cherry blossoms again have bloomed, their hue unchanged.