The sleepless lamb of the forest of doubt
Halts at the distant sound of a bell
Flowers falling from the red moon
Fire rising from within the mist

Children dance to the sound of the traveler’s flute
Like beautiful feathered birds
You sing and flutter about
The seasons blaze, spring passes

Birds, birds, burning bright
In the forest of the night
Birds, birds, burning bright
What immortal wing or eye

God made only the fugitive one sorrowful and beautiful.

Seasons, move forward

You are beautiful

迷いの森の眠れぬ子羊
遠い鐘の音に足を止め
赤い月から落ちる花
霧の中から火があがる

旅人の笛の音に踊る子供たち
美しき羽の小鳥のように
君は歌い飛び回る
季節は燃えて　春はゆく

Birds, birds, burning bright
In the forest of the night
Birds, birds, burning bright
What immortal wing or eye

God made only the fugitive one sorrowful and beautiful.

季節よ　進め

君は美しい