卅五年前五三五，聯播騙我未殺生。
彈真不為橡皮少，履碾唯圖血味腥。
赤色江山隨日淡，一番染浴復猙獰。
苟延屠匪將亡壽，留下千秋罪惡名。
Thirty-five years ago, on May 35th,
The broadcast deceived us, saying no one was killed.
True bullets weren't fired for the lack of rubber,
Tanks rolled over live bodies solely for the taste of blood.
The communist country fades its color with each passing day,
Yet a new round of bloodshed revives the ferocity.
The butcher's regime clings to life,
Leaving behind an eternal name of infamy.
