When the enemy's iron hoof crosses your body
I put my palm on your chest.
Even if the sword is wanton and crazy
I heard you calling my name.
Laughter in the field.
I saw the towering green birch trees.
I think sorghum is like red cloth, golden beans and black soil.
I am back, and a voice is calling me.
When the enemy's machine gun sweeps through your body.
I touch every corner of the earth with my palm.
Even when we leave home, our wives and children are separated.
I heard the whip rolling down the mountain stream.
And the bells in the distance.
I saw the earth rolling with red mature mud.
I think of the fragrance floating in the field.
I am back, and a voice is calling me.
I'm back. I promised myself.
I will use my tears.
Wash away all your filth and shame.
I'm back, I'm back.
Because my heart never leaves.