A plane up high in the sky,
A plane that we see every day.
We should all be shouting hooray.

Today this plane is strange,
Today this plane carries something inside.
Something that has not been clarified.

A dark, descending object coming from the sky,
A dark, descending object coming down with no alibi.
This object falling was nothing that we could justify.

The mass of screaming people flee,
All fleeing from Mr Bee.
The plume of great smoke was all that I could see.

My city Nagasaki has never been the same,
From this day on I will never know which of the two countries are to blame.
Forever in my heart there will always be a flame for my city Nagasaki, Nagasaki is it’s name.