1.
Even if I am separated from all of the people and places I remember fondly
I'd want to walk with you
The storm-swept earth and the storm-swept ages
I'd want to gaze at you as if looking up into the sun

Even if wheat has no wings, should song have wings,
Then make it known to my native home that I will live here
Wheat cries, wheat blooms, and grows toward tomorrow

2.
People I love
An existence I love
I want to seek a new "love" with you
We meet, and we sometimes hesitated
Then one day we learned to [bad word] each other, and we became a blade of wheat

Sky and wind, let me hear! Whom do I look like?
One from the land of my birth, the land of my upbringing,
Or the land of my love
Wheat cries, wheat blooms, and grows toward tomorrow

3.
Even when lying in the dirt, the song continues to be heard
 [bad word] the past and take a step toward me" [bad word] and be not discouraged"
 [bad word] at any time, from my future native land

4.
Even if wheat has no wings, should song have wings,
Then make it known to my native home that I will live here
Wheat cries, wheat blooms, and grows toward tomorrow
Wheat cries, wheat blooms, and grows toward tomorrow