The sun shines on the village of Sartu,
it is full of color and majesty.
The roads are wide and the fields are wide and the spirit is high.
The people are strong and strong, and the aluminum helmet is bright.
Don’t bow your pride to the overlord,
Put your chest high and swear to win the championship.
On a silent black earth and bright moonlit night,
A train of oil trucks flies as far as the eye can see.