Even if the cruelty becomes a dragon
In our just-married fatherland,
You must raise a son
He must be brave in the fight.
If you find him, by the wayside
With a red rose on his forehead
Don't crumble.
There should be vengeance in your tears.
The fallen is just one.
You have thousand sons, love them.
Tomorrow is ours, don't dread.
You must have strength in your heart.
To share everything
But the cheek of the lover,
There must be your voice too
In the songs we sing.