You’ll be able to hear a single voice
The machine or whatever it is which produces that voice
Cannot be seen within this city
Because that voice is wiped out before it reaches here
I can’t hear that clear song
It’ll come to you, that little sound
Right next to you, right before your nose and eyes
It’ll be overflowing, that green sound
So long as no one gets in its way
You are one of those sounds born on this wide, great earth
Let’s return it, to the inside of that sound
If you create a rhythm using those nostalgic tremors of the mountains, you’ll be able to see the dancing earth
Enormously blue, it rings resoundingly – the earth orchestra