Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Марш хунвэйбинов

Clouds float like snow cold
Geese to the south are flying in a cute paternal land.
If we don’t get to the Great Wall,
So, we don't love China enough.

Did we count on the fingers a thousand,
The east wind blows into the canvases.
And we carry the ropes walking in the dust
That they were connected paper dragon.

Passes, rains - you do not wait for a halt.
Step minting behind the back, a third of humanity.
It’s not without reason that, of course, the leaders teach us,
What a great happiness - to die for them.

Before a hundred, millions are always right.
Tired of plow - grab your carabiners!
If we don’t get to distant Moscow,
So, we don't love China enough.