Think about those young people In the northern border, away from their beloved hometowns, How did they battle through snowstorms to build the railway —Was it for the sake of their names being remembered?

O my country, on whatever road you fare Even through storm and tempest, I will go forth In your everlasting glory I trust And thus, my life, too, shall with greater brilliance glow

Through the valley of trials, you paved the way to paradise— how long that way is! Embracing us all in your arms, you endured suffering— How much you have suffered!

With the Party’s will, we press on through raging storms; The ever-victorious ranks march forward. We smash the imperialist strongholds, And in struggle, we usher in a new era.