Shimanchu Nu Takara

The sky of this island where I was born
I wonder how much I really know
The shining stars and the drifting clouds
Even if I hear their names, I don’t understand
But more than anyone, I know
Both the sad times and the happy times
I’ve looked up at this sky so many times
Just writing it in a textbook doesn’t make it clear
There must be something precious here
That’s the treasure of the islanders

The sea of this island where I was born
I wonder how much I really know
The dirty coral and the fish that are fading away
I don’t know what to do about it
But more than anyone, I know
Covered in sand, swayed by the waves
This sea is slowly changing
That’s the treasure of the islanders

The song of this island where I was born
I wonder how much I really know
The local tunes and the traditional songs
I don’t even understand the meaning of the words
But more than anyone, I know
The nights by the rocks and the mornings of the festivals
This song that comes from who knows where
Whenever I’m away from this island, in that time
I want to know the important things even deeper
That’s the treasure of the islanders