The drum speaks in ancient tones,

A voice that shakes the earth and stones.

Through the air, it cuts so clean,

A primal force, alive, unseen.

Hands move fast, a steady flow,

The beat takes over, the spirits grow.

In every strike, a story lives,

The taiko takes, the taiko gives.

Taiko no oto, kokoro hibiku

Taiko no oto, tamashii yureru

Taiko no oto, kokoro hibiku

Taiko no oto, tamashii yureru

The night is wide, the stars look down,

The drum becomes the only sound.

The world fades out, it’s just the beat,

A call that pulls you off your feet.

The circle grows, the energy flies,

A rhythm rising to the skies.

Each moment builds, a crescendo near,

The taiko’s voice is all we hear.

Taiko no oto, kokoro hibiku

Taiko no oto, tamashii yureru

Taiko no oto, kokoro hibiku

Taiko no oto, tamashii yureru

Taiko no oto, kokoro hibiku

Taiko no oto, tamashii yureru

Taiko no oto, kokoro hibiku

Taiko no oto, tamashii yureru

Taiko no oto, kokoro hibiku

Taiko no oto, tamashii yureru

Taiko no oto, kokoro hibiku

Taiko no oto, tamashii yureru