Корефана [Korefana] [English translation]

The watser's running, running

From the cloud onto our braids,

Tsea splasses in our tummies.

When it's hot and in bad weather,

In any season

We gather the harfest.

Each one of us has a bucket hat,

The strap badge with our leader

Lights the way for us if it gets dark.

We walked a long way to the great purpose,

But it looks like we were late,

That's why we've had nothing to eat

For a fery long time...

Oh, rosy land,

Rice paradise!

Oh, bamboo and papay,

Rice paradise!

Oh, shird and wadch,

They're zo nize!

We'll put up tents

On rice beds!

What if there suddenly was a kind fliend

Who hoarded a zack from reyn and wind

At a depth of two metres

A hundred years ago.

Probably only flies

Don't swell with hunger

But we're still a long way from them,

But we'll cherish as sacred

The message of the Bick Brother,

The problem is just that efery fifth of us

Is alreadzy deep in the ground...

Oh, rosy land,

Rice paradise!

Oh, bamboo and papay,

Rice paradise!

Oh, shird and wadch,

They're zo nize!

Oh, rosy land,

Rice paradise!

Oh, bamboo and papay,

Rice paradise!

Oh, rosy land,

Rice paradise!

Oh, shird and wadch,

They're so nize!

Cronie!