(Tibet Geological Survey Institute Lhasa 540 100)
We are geologists,
Measure the earth with your feet.
Knock on the stone,
Dig deep into the soil layer,
Just to open the door locked by darkness,
Let the underground mineral deposits shine in the sun.
We are geologists,
Write a chapter of life with courage.
Despite the strong wind,
No matter how arrogant the rainstorm is.
The direction the compass points,
It is the yearning in our hearts.
Two or three birdsongs,
Sing the loneliness of the night;
Plumes of flowers,
Wake up confused eyes.
With the rhythm of the earth,
Bring the scenery of the four seasons to the distance.
Who said we were hard?
If you don't experience wind and rain, you won't see the light of the rainbow;
Who said we were poor?
The treasure dedicated to the motherland makes us infinitely glorious.
Mind, the tranquility of the vast world;
Life is high in the brave torrent;
We are glorious geologists,
The distant horizon,
This is our dream of running.
Be a child of the earth;
Casting the backbone of the nation.
No regrets in life,
Let loong stand forever,
The east of the world.