I sat on treetop of the world like a bird nest
Looking the celestial bird on the sky of the world
Fly from north to south with wings
And wind blow gently to our nation with peace
Peace circulate our field of the world
Yet our little cattle bird eggs are not hatch
And our table of the world is tremble with fear
So, our affair of this nation is sweet and bitter
Our ancestral drum is soundless to our culture
Thou old man, let story foretell
Because old age know the past
Old age eyes see beyond youth see.
Old age eyes will not deceive
My clan and my niece
Keep the old age world
Place it deeply in blood
before old age bird fly out.
Let our nipper know the night fire.
Thou old man, tell them our night rose.
Let them know our ancestral drum.