At the start of an easy going day I brush my teeth (Sunrise)
I tap my toes and put on my shoes
Go, go fishing
I greet the mountains, men, the towns
And the light playing off the surface of the lake
Brew me some coffee
It’s hot and it’ll open up my eyes
It seems like everyone’s woken up early
A young boy’s befitted with a rice ball
And some men wearing Wild Bird Society boots are here too
The clouds drift along
The plants are swaying playfully
And the fish are prancing all about
Take it easy and hum a tunе
Forget 300 days of sadness and cast your line
From thе age of the dinosaurs
The best thing in this world
It’s fishing
The ridge between the clouds and sky
The taciturn sun-rays and the sound of mountain pigeons
Go, go fishing
Wish for a great catch
Forget 300 days of sadness and cast your line
From the age of the dinosaurs
The best thing in this world
It’s fishing
Though aimless
Hear the tsuku-tsuku-boushi
When the whimsical storm ambles out of sight
Go, go fishing
Wish for a great catch
Go, go fishing
Wish for a great catch