Surely this is not my imagination, la la la la To the south, by the sentry towers, tipsy dwarfs Are dancing amid flowers. Softly, the ballad of elves calls for dolphins The echoes of forest in the east, cuckoos flapping their wings And their hometown, the distant snow-capped mountains Emerge, now and again, and disappear
La la la la la SABHUSIFICA La la la la la SABHUSIFICA Morning breeze brushes cobwebs aside, bush crickets sing on top of the mountains Splendid fireworks embraces the daylight
Dear forest paths and mountain winds, do you hear that song Though mother said there has never been any traveler here Spring water rushes ahead, girdling and caressing the blazing volcano Lively and lush is everything, in the city-state built of wood
La la la la la SABHUSIFICA La la la la la SABHUSIFICA Morning breeze brushes cobwebs aside, bush crickets are singing on top of mountains Father said to me, we will have no more drifting across the sea
Shooting stars fall into the distant ocean Golden light shine in the center of the island Island of the color of stained glass is enclosed in the endless ocean Emerald waves lap the center of the crimson planet That traveler is me, and my eyes are the ears of freedom