You can hold the whip high,

I don't need any confession,

Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!

People can't lower their noble heads,

Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";

What is torture?

Death can't make me talk!

I laugh at death,

The devil's palace swayed in laughter;

This is my confession of party member.

Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.

Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.

I am a shabby old waterwheel by your river.

Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;

I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,

Do what you do in the tunnel of history;

I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull into your shoulder;

-the motherland!

I'm poor,

I am sad.

I am your ancestor.

Painful expectations,

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years;

-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just got rid of the mythical spider web;

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;

I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;

I am the newly painted white starting line;

This is crimson dawn.

It is sprayed;

-the motherland!

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;

You're scarred by your chest.

raise

Confused me, considerate me, boiling me;

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;

-the motherland,

My dear motherland!