从广西到江西

From Guangxi to Jiangxi

总是遇见躬在地里的割稻人。

I always meet the rice cutters grovelling in the field.

一个省又一个省

Province after province

草木黄了

The grass is yellow

一个省又一个省

Province after province

这个国家原来舍得用金子来铺地。

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

可是有人永远在黄昏

But there are people who are always in the dusk

像一些弯着的黑钉子。

Like some bent black nails.

谁来欣赏这古老的魔术

Who will appreciate this ancient magic

割稻人正把一粒金子变成一颗白米。

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

不要像我坐着车赶路

Don't hurry like I do in my car

好像有什么急事

As if there's some urgent matter

一天跨过三个省份

Crossing three provinces in one day

偶尔感觉到大地上还点缀了几个割稻人。

Occasionally feel a few more rice cutters dotting the earth.

要喊他站起来

To shout at him to stand up

看看那些含金量最低的脸

To see the faces that contain the least gold

看看他们流出什么颜色的汗。

To see what colour sweat they shed.