Only a shadow of him remains in Hiroshima
As the fire was silent
But no one in Hiroshima knows him
He who screamed became stone
and he screamed, "remember well,
or else the blaze will come for you like it did here"
Fly, my song, to Hiroshima,
Fly to the shadow-stone
and promise the man in Hiroshima
That will never again be
Because the world remembers well,
else the blaze will come for it like in Hiroshima