如果我是一只鸟，
I would sing with my hoarse voice
我也该当用沙哑的喉咙歌唱：
Of this land buffeted by storms,
这被狂风雨所打击着的地皮，
Of this river turbulent with our grief,
这永久彭湃着我们的悲愤的河流，
Of these angry winds ceaselessly blowing,
这无止息地吹刮着的激怒的风，
And of the dawn, infinitely gentle over the woods...
和那来自林间的无比温顺的黎明……
hen I would die
然后我去世了，
Why are my eyes always brimming with tears?
连羽毛也糜烂在地皮里面。为什么我的眼里常含泪水？
Because I love this land so deeply...
由于我对这地皮爱得深奥深厚……