Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
You are a miner's lamp with a black forehead.
Explore in the tunnel of history
You are a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Pull the rope into our shoulders.
Motherland! My suffering motherland!
You are poor.
You are sad.
You are our ancestor.
Painful hope.
what's up Flying? sleeve
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
Motherland! My suffering motherland!
You are a brand-new ideal.
Is about to break away from the spider web of myth
You are the germ of the ancient lotus under the snow.
You are a dimple with tears in your eyes.
You are the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
Motherland! My hopeful motherland!
I am one sixth of you.
It is the sum of your 9.6 million square kilometers.
You use scarred breasts
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
Motherland! My dear motherland!