假如我是一只鸟,If I were a bird 我也应该用嘶哑的喉咙歌唱:I should sing with my husky throat 这被暴风雨所打击着的土地, The land which is being hitted by the storm 这永远汹涌着我们的悲愤的河流, The river which is always filled with our indignation 这无止息地吹刮着的激怒的风, The wind which blows violently forever 和那来自林间的无比温柔的黎明……And the most tenderness dawn which comes from the forest ——然后我死了, After that I died 连羽毛也腐烂在土地里面。 The feathers corrupted in the earth. 为什么我的眼里常含泪水? Why are the tears always in my eyes? 因为我对这土地爱得深沉……That's because I love the land so much……