A red rag hangs over the mountains,
A red rag almost eclipse the sun,
A red rag wants to deprive people of light.
A red rag can not cover
All the mountains, all people, all the temples.
Red rag, follow the red Ferrari.
A red rag, the wind will tear you,
Will carry away, will carry away from here.
A red rag will burn, it will burn,
Like people that burned under her.
It will fly away, ashes will scatter.
Mountain people are alive