As the sun sets over the western mountains, the red clouds are flying.
The soldiers return to the camp from target shooting, and return to the camp.
The red flowers on the chest reflect the colorful clouds,
The happy songs are flying all over the sky.
Happy songs filled the sky.
The song flew to Beijing,
Chairman Mao was delighted when he heard it.
Praise us for singing well,
Praise us for being the best in marksmanship.
Praise that our marksmanship is the best.