Mawaru, Meguru, Sono kaku He

tatoeba yozora sou are wa su-pa-nova

mawaru atae yurusu hi o
negau tada yuuyuu to

tataerareta hi to fujouri na kono mi o
aoide nageite wa kagayakeru kigi o motome

umare kawari no naka de
te ni [bad word] hitotsu no oto o
azayaka ni omoidasu

me o tojite

tsugi ni deau hi wa mata
odori no wa o egaite
mirai o negau no darou

inochi no soryuushi sou sore wa su-pa-nova

sa-runa-to ano basho e
meguru [bad word] soko e

kaze, idou, tsuchi, fujou, kokyuu, shikou, kyouzon
inochi no meguri to mada minu kigi no moto e

umare kawari no naka e
haruka naru oto nosete
inga no fune e kaeru

mi o koete

tsugi ni deau hi wa mata
odori no wa o egaite
mirai o negau no darou

For example, the night sky; That's right, it's a super nova 

The day that I allow a spinning gift 
I'm just calmly wishing for it 

Looking up to and lamenting over the praised day 
And my irrational body, I search for shining trees

Amidst reincarnation 
The one sound that I had in my hands 
I remember it quite clearly 

I close my eyes 

On the day that we next meet, we'll again 
Sketch out a dancing circle 
We're wishing for the future 

The particles of life; That's right, they're super novas 

Sarnath, to that place 
To the deep spinning bottom 

The wind, movement, soil, rising to the surface, breath, thought, coexistence 
To the pilgrimage of life and to below the trees that we've not yet seen 

Amidst reincarnation 
Transporting a far off sound 
I return to karma's boat 

Passing out of body 

On the day that we next meet, we'll again 
Sketch out a dancing circle 
We're wishing for the future