The morning trumpet we must wake up
Eat in the line of corn rice
Sleeping on confused mind tiles
I was locked up
Comrade listen to this song
Life in prison tortures himself
Do not let your friends experience
The living body feels dead
Moreover, prison time war
Still fat but living bones
Due to forced labor
Young old down into the fields
You hear this song
Life in prison tortures himself
Do not let your friends experience
The living body feels dead
Moreover, prison time war
Still fat but living bones
Due to forced labor
Young old down into the fields
