Fusetsu Nagare Tabi

If you break just one shamisen string
The snow falls gently
Blowing life into my short sixteen fingers
I've crossed over
Oh my, oh my
The port of Tsugaru Bay

If the shamisen breaks, beat the drums
If there are no drumsticks, use branches
I like anything that makes a sound
While listening to the seagulls cry
Oh my, oh my
Otaru, Hakodate, Tomakomai

Hidden under the bottom of a burnt pot
Has the smell of my father's face
The laughter of the person who smiled at the evening sun
Even the scent of their hair is nostalgic
Oh my, oh my
The rivers of tears won't dry