We all loved him (except the lags**)
We all wrote long essays like: "What's more beautiful, him or spring?"
We all visited (except the lags)
A house in the middle of nowhere where the biggest son was born
The biggest son of his nation, he was our father, mother and God
We admired him from underneath (except the lags)
We lived a good life (except the lags)
Somehow differently, between the east and west
And we all cried (except the lags)
Bitter tears on the stadium*** when the biggest comrade died
The biggest son of his nation, he was our father, mother and God
We admired him from underneath (except the lags)
Now we woke up from amnesia
And got out of the dungeon after many years
And it's so cloudy outside, he is standing at the top of the hill
We almost got fooled by a cheap imitation****
Of a national hero, he was our father, mother and God
We humbly admired him (except the lags)