我爱这土地 假如我是一只鸟, 我也应该用嘶哑的喉咙歌唱: 这被暴风雨所打击着的土地, 这永远汹涌着我们的悲愤的河流, 这无止息地吹刮着的激怒的风, 和那来自林间的无比温柔的黎明…… ——然后我死了, 连羽毛也腐烂在土地里面。 为什么我的眼里常含泪水? 因为我对这土地爱得深沉…… I Love This Land If I were a bird, I would sing with my hoarse voice: Of this land was buffeted by storms, Of this river turbulent with our grief, Of these angry winds ceaselessly blowing, And of the dawn, infinitely gentle over the woods... ——Then I would die, And even my feathers would rot in the soil. Why are my eyes always brimming with tears? Because I love this land so deeply...