KAO KAO HOI HOI
KAO KAO HOI HOI
The pain in the waist and the extent of the fields
The length of the day in the month of blooming flowers
Plow the fields, break the ground
Plant the rice seeds, let them sprout
Naaji, come, come
Naaji, come, come
Come flying from the northern mountains as a black cloud
KAO KAO HOI HOI
KAO KAO HOI HOI
Even fallen sprouts, grow them all
In the autumn, they will turn into grains of rice
Irrigate the fields, draw water
Grow the seedlings, let them color the fields
Naaji, eat, eat
Naaji, eat, eat
Eat a frog and you can fly fat and happy
KAO KAO HOI HOI
KAO KAO HOI HOI
If the graceful maidens stick their behinds out
Brave young men will lean forward so as not to be outdone
Watch over the fields, don't step on the seedlings
Climb over the banks, pull the weeds out
Naaji, go, go
Naaji, go, go
Carry the jewel in the beak, fly up to the distant Claw
KAO KAO HOI HOI
KAO KAO HOI HOI
Will tomorrow bring sun, or blizzard, or rain?
Look out, Aogiri is lightly shrouded with clouds
Don't let the fields wither, call water
Take care of the rice plants, feed them manure
Naaji, fly, fly
Naaji, fly, fly
If you fly to the sea the rain will fall and ears of rice will grow quickly