In my right hand is a sensu[1]
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In my left is tsukemono[2]
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It's a sensu-holding, sensu-waving, humble parade
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To the refined world, youkoso oide kudasaimashita[3]
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Let us join hands, form a circle and turn around the earth
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In a lustrous kimono both my body and heart are radiant
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White rice with umeboshi[4] is the Japanese flag
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The seasoning is just perfect
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("For salted salmon, disolve a bit of salt in water first,
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For the perfect salt flavor")
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It's a sensu-holding, sensu-waving, joyful parade
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Play your instruments and march
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If everyone plays together at the same time
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It will create a complete song
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Playing the Ryuuteki[5] is me, Japan
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"Playing it makes my back hurt a bit,
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But it has a pleasant sound."
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The changing of the beautiful seasons
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Is so intense you can feel it
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I'll go on protecting them
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So that they may never change from the past to the future.
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A spring sunrise, The sakura petals fluttering gently
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A summer night, Watching the sparklers from the veranda
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A fall evening, a dragonfly dyed in the sunset
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An early winter morning, cold air interwoven with a snowy landscape
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"He's running around the garden energetically"
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It's a sensu-holding, sensu-waving, harmonious parade
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It's a melody the whole, wide world knows
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The 5 continents and 7 seas
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Are grandly connected by an easy-going tempo
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It continues on to tomorrow, the night Kagura[6]
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"I'll pray for a bountiful harvest so that I can partake in some delicious food"
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White rice with umeboshi is the Japanese flag
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That is the flavor of Japan
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("Ah... all of this walking has taken a toll on my back.
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But, a Japanese man is never to give up midway!
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Though there's still a long way to go...")
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