pú táo měi jiǔ yè guāng bēi,
yù yǐn pí pá mǎ shàng cuī。
zuì wò shā chǎng jūn mò xiào,
gǔ lái zhēng zhàn jǐ rén huí。
They sing, they drain their cups of jade,
They strum on horseback their guitars.
...Why laugh when they fall asleep drunk on the sand? –
How many soldiers ever come home?