Vole, vole, don't eat my millet! I have served you hard for years, but you don't care about me. Vowed to get rid of you and go to a happy land. That promised land, that promised land, is my good place!

Rat, rat, stop eating our millet!

You have grown rapidly in the past three years;

You don't care about us at all.

I swear, we will leave you.

For a happier land,

A happier place,

We can do it freely.

Vole, vole, don't eat my wheat! I have served you hard for many years, but you are not kind to me. Swear to get rid of you and enjoy the state. That country, that country of music, is my good place!

Rat, rat, stop eating the wheat we planted!

You've gained weight in three years;

You are not friendly to us at all.

I swear, we will leave you.

For a happier state,

A happier place where we can decide our own destiny.

Rat, vole, don't eat my seedlings! After years of hard work, you don't want me! I vowed to get rid of you and go to the suburbs to laugh. Happy suburbs, who is the eternal number.

Rat, rat, stop eating our rice!

You have gained weight in three years.

Our labor is not rewarded.

I swear, we will leave you.

For a happier plain

A happy plain,

No one will moan or complain.