Burned to ashes by fire’s reign,All that we had turned to dust But our ancestors rose,Time and again, they stood back up strong First to suffer atomic strike,A wound deep in human time Yet the souls of the past,Rose every time, undaunted and brave Thirty lost years, they say,And we feel like we've been left behind today Japan, they call it fading,A weight of doubt we can't help debating Thirty years, they say are lost? Once we had nothing—no fields, no wealth to boast Ashes from the fire turned everything to dust Yet this nation rose, built strong from broken trust Burned to ashes by fire’s reign,All that we had turned to dust But our ancestors rose,Time and again, they stood back up strong First to suffer atomic strike,A wound deep in human time Yet the souls of the past,Rose every time, undaunted and brave They ask why Japanese apologize with ease,"Sumimasen" and "sorry" come from different seeds To hold others first, their feelings in our sight,We bow with care, thinking their hearts are right This language of ours, with empathy entwined "Sorry for causing trouble," deep from the mind Placing others first, this way that we share,It shapes the words we offer with humble care Burned to ashes by fire’s reign,All that we had turned to dust But our ancestors rose,Time and again, they stood back up strong First to suffer atomic strike,A wound deep in human time Yet the souls of the past,Rose every time, undaunted and brave No trains like these run perfectly on the line No streets are as clean, or safer you'll find No nation’s cuisine rivals taste so refined For ashes gave birth to what we've defined Burned to ashes by fire’s reign,All that we had turned to dust But our ancestors rose,Time and again, they stood back up strong First to suffer atomic strike,A wound deep in human time Yet the souls of the past,Rose every time, undaunted and brave Burned to ashes by fire’s reign,All that we had turned to dust But our ancestors rose,Time and again, they stood back up strong First to suffer atomic strike,A wound deep in human time Yet the souls of the past,Rose every time, undaunted and brave