I come and stand at every door These doors, those doors, and I knock at them Do not be scared if you can not see me, Because no one can see me, as I am a dead little girl
I died in Hiroshima on 6th Aug.1945 In the summer morning, in that Hiroshima I am seven now as I was then As you know, dead children do not grow
My hair caught fire My eyes burnt out My body became a handful of ashes And blown away by the wind
I need no bread, I need no rice I need no sweets like candies I ask for nothing for myself Because I was burnt out like a slip of paper
I knock at your doors All I ask for is the peaceful world So that the children may live and play So that the children will never get burnt again And could taste sweets
So that the children may live and play So that the children will never get burnt again And could taste sweets