From Guangxi to Jiangxi

从广西到江西

I always meet the rice cutters grovelling in the field.

总是遇见躬在地里的割稻人。

Province after province

一个省又一个省

The grass is yellow

草木黄了

Province after province

一个省又一个省

This country was willing to use gold to pave the ground.

这个国家原来舍得用金子来铺地。

But there are people who are always in the dusk

可是有人永远在黄昏

Like some bent black nails.

像一些弯着的黑钉子。

Who will appreciate this ancient magic

谁来欣赏这古老的魔术

The rice cutter is turning a grain of gold into a white rice.

割稻人正把一粒金子变成一颗白米。

Don't hurry like I do in my car

不要像我坐着车赶路

As if there's some urgent matter

好像有什么急事

Crossing three provinces in one day

一天跨过三个省份

Occasionally feel a few more rice cutters dotting the earth.

偶尔感觉到大地上还点缀了几个割稻人。

To shout at him to stand up

要喊他站起来

To see the faces that contain the least gold

看看那些含金量最低的脸

To see what colour sweat they shed.

看看他们流出什么颜色的汗。