I Love This Land

假如我是一只鸟,

我也应该用嘶哑的喉咙歌唱:

这被暴风雨所打击的土地,

这永远汹涌着我们的悲愤的河流,

这无止息的吹刮着的激怒的风,

和那来自林间的无比温柔的黎明……

If I were a bird,

In my hoarse voice,

I would sing for the land hit by the storm;

I would sing for the river turbulent with our grief and indignation;

I would sing for the ceaseless wind of wrath;

I would sing for the tenderest dawn in the forest…

—— 然后我死了,

连羽毛也腐烂在土地里面。

为什么我的眼里常含泪水?

因为我对这土地爱的深沉……

Then ,finally I would die,

With my feathers rottened in the earth.

Why are there so many tears welling up in my eyes?

Because I have a deep affection for this land…