From this land of the Sun to the Land of the Stars,
Today from the door of your home, O Dolls,
Your black eyes unmoistened with tears,
And your eyebrows uplifting, set forth.
To the hands held out in joyous welcome,
Your hands extend, O Dolls.
In hands--yours and theirs--adorned with truth,
Smiling flowers shall ever bloom.
Making our hearts your very own,
Now travel afar, O Dolls,
And after crossing ten days of waves,
Wherever you go you will find Spring.