Dark clouds hang over Burma Camp
A heavy windstorm has swept through this part of town
Taking away a son of this land
Trees, shedding green leaves
A comrade's blood has been shed.
Grief, disbelief anger have drowned our hearts
Dark clouds hang over Burma Camp
Stand tall, be strong ye comrades
Though a brother, our brother, a fine officer
A master of our noble calling,
Has been swept off the square.
A sword salutes no more
Dark clouds hang over Burma Camp.
We sacrifice blood and sweat for our motherland.
And our motherland gave us hate in return.
Our motherland dares spill our blood.
Shall we be cowed by a cowardly act?
Shall we coil in fear?
No, not that. Fear is not the master of our trade.
Neither is disquiet
Dark clouds hang over Burma Camp
A family sleeps in grief
No,
A family cannot sleep because of grief.
A wife, our wife, two kids
For what shall we tell thee?
For if he was fallen in battle,
The honour thereof will console thee.
A dark cloud hangs over Burma Camp
A company, a commander therein has fallen out
Now, we subordinates, superiors, ......comrades
Lie in wait .....
In wait...
Till when?
I don't know