Mercy ah, God, for my poor heart of towns and villages have mercy!
　　Emptiness of my poor people will be bored to death!
　　Spend time in the old notary public
　　Worry about trivial trivia like a mouse;
　　Big belly will stem the mayor of obesity
　　Dipped in the sap of life is like dipping sauce;
　　Slow trading millennium changed,
　　A group of goats jump in the sunny plaza;
　　A beggar, a gray and full of moss Shouma scabies
　　Through the wide streets;
　　Sunday, the cold, sleepy like saliva, difficult and fall asleep,
　　Playing marbles, playing cards, gathered in the casino;
　　In the ancient village of bland
　　The lives of these disgusting,
　　All this will be the pampered, free
　　And fall, collapse, death.
　　Mercy ah. God! Towns and villages of my poor heart have mercy!
　　In these simple soul released a rogue
　　So that he will be a performance of unusual stones ransom
　　Investment in their lives, dead water of this beach ... ...
　　Release of a thief, let him the house at night, looting banks,
　　Release of a Tang Juan, so that he raped a girl who virtuous,
　　Gambling industry released a gambler, so he mixed village
　　Up_set_s the gentle, respectable villagers who Xinhuang Huang.
　　Mercy, ah, God! Towns and villages of my poor heart have mercy!
　　My poor people will be bored to death there empty!

　　Barren desolate land
　　Drilled a cactus.
　　Soil nitrate vast expanse of whiteness, and the birds flying
　　Thirst heart to tears.
　　A piece of dried-up swamp
　　Interval large expanse of
　　Dark, stagnant, silent sky
　　Shrouded in all directions.
　　Sun baked the red swamp
　　Looked like the soup,
　　Hot sand
　　Reflected light and dry.
　　When night falls before collar,
　　Silence sad,
　　Sucking from the undercurrent of darkness
　　A skin disease clams die
　　Uttered a scream.
　　Fear of suffocation, desolate.
　　Hard crust of oppression
　　Dead line below
　　Everything here is subjected to suffering in silence,
　　A few yellow goat
　　Grew up in the sparse shrubs,
　　Far from a cattle
　　Recollection of a sleeping alone and tired.
　　This is a barren desolate land.
　　The flames pouring height
　　The swamp was filled with
　　Corruption and bad breath;
　　Something dark and moldy
　　Flash wildfire that night,
　　And to the specter of those slender
　　O listen to the wilderness swinging.
　　This is where I grew up.
　　My childhood, like a mountain goat
　　In this world full of disgust and hatred wasteland
　　Children enjoy the shoot.
　　This is all I have experience:
　　Salt, drought, tiredness,
　　To name full of sadness,
　　An unwavering firmness,
　　The Call of the depths of his heart;
　　Like a stubborn terrible mushroom
　　Grow in soft soil
　　Filled with vain, dashed hopes.