Ashi Mashi, The little sparrow I knew a house where you could sit on the edge of its roof, A place where no rain would fall, no snow would come, You wouldn't get wet, nor turned into a snowball, nor fall into the pond of painting. I knew a house where, the chief janitor was appointed, the chief butcher did the slaughtering, the chief cook did the cooking, and everyone ate from it, not just the king. Ashi Mashi, the little sparrow, Before you fly away, sit with me , on this imaginary edge of the roof, so we can wish together, for this house to become a home once again.