Bitter branches 苦分行

spreading out. 在传播。

There's none more bitter 有没有更苦

than the wood. 比木材。

   

Into the wide world, 这个广大的世界，

it grows, 它的增长，

   

twisting under 下扭

soldier's feet, 战士的脚，

standing in line 排队

and the damp earth underneath. 和潮湿的泥土下面。

   

Holding up their rifles 举起步枪

high, 高，

holding their young wives 拿着自己的年轻妻子

who wave goodbye. 谁挥手告别。

   

Hold up the clear glass 托起透明玻璃

to look and see 看看，看看

soldiers standing 士兵站在

and the roots twist underneath. 而根拧下。

   

Their young wives with white hands 他们年轻的妻子与洁白的手

wave goodbye. 挥手告别。

Their arms as bitter branches 他们的武器是苦涩分行

spreading into the world. 蔓延到世界各地。

   

Wave goodbye, 挥手告别，

Wave goodbye.. 挥手告别..