In vain,
Comrades who died in vain,
Fallen into humiliating sleep,
Fallen into sleep in vain.
In the past
Sometimes faintly smiling, sometimes crying out--
Those wonderful friends.
Ah, I shall not return, not return.
Goodbye
Goodbye
Don't cry, I'll be back
Crossing white hills, black hills, powder-dry
With heavy steps over the road to Seoul
To sell myself
When will I return
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