假如我是一隻鳥，
我也應該用嘶啞的喉嚨歌唱：
這被暴風雨所打擊的土地，
這永遠洶涌着我們的悲憤的河流，
這無止息地吹颳着的激怒的風，
和那來自林間的無比溫柔的黎明……
——然後我死了，
連羽毛也腐爛在土地裏面。
為什麽我的眼裏常含淚水？
因為我對這土地愛得深沉……
If I were a bird,
I would sing with my hoarse voice：
Of this land was buffeted by storms,
Of this river turbulent with our grief,
Of these angry winds ceaselessly blowing,
And of the dawn, infinitely gentle over the woods...
——Then I would die,
And even my feathers would rot in the soil.
Why are my eyes always brimming with tears?
Because I love this land so deeply...