The gas is arising from the volcanic bay.
A wind blowing from the sea doesn't stop
swaying the windbreaks.
　

From the volcanic bay at Oshamanbe,
the gas is swirling up.
white crests of waves are fringing the shoreline.
　

Even if realizing to be watched,
a black-tailed gull feigns ignorance,
it is really like a woman.
　

From the the open sea of volcanic bay
where gas is arising, boundlessly
comes the painful distressing voice calling me.
　

Far from the blue-green of volcanic bay,
a woman is calling me,
wishing to create a new life.