A person in exile sunken in tears
My mind rushed to the motherland
And embraced the white cloud.
The cool, slight, rain of poetry held in my heart
Has moistened my heart of misery.
With great strong desire My heart crosses thousands of rivers and mountains
To see my mother who has become the meaning of my dreams
In this way
Even though, pressed down by heavy years and months
How far I have travelled
From my beloved mother, hair painted by snow.
The night a white crane flew under the moonlight
The pure, clean, clear lake beach, has emptied
Except tonight,
I did not recognise that the night view is the recollection of memories
Each time I see the full, smiling face of the moon.
Where have you flown, have you hidden my mind under your wings
Victims
When you are looking back at the history
Pride and anger come into your mind
Your heart always jump for your homeland.
At the curve of the century
Thousands of heartless wolves came into
A land of peace and mystery, unaware.
They have been roaring with arrogance,
They started the bloody performance
Where the weak, honest beings escape.
Stand up Come together
You should march for your rights
Truth is the weapon for us
Come with truth weapons
Show your heart for your future
Open the eyes of the world
Truth always stand by our side
By the side of countless victims