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