作词 : Hikmet, Walters
I come and stand at every door
But noone hears my silent breath
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead

I'm only seven although I've died
In Hiroshima long ago

I'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow

My hair was ... my ...
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind （the wind, the wind）

I need no food, i need no rice
I need no sleep, nor even bread

I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead

All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight to die
So that the children of this world
May live and grow, and laugh and play