1冰封的科洛河啊,我听到你在暗夜里的呜咽。凿不透凝结的悲愤,舀不回消失的宁静与平安。仇十艮点燃了冰雪,把铁蹄下的村庄照亮!2没有眼泪,也没有犹疑,科洛河的悲痛,担在了稚嫩的肩膀上。爱与恨的交织,血与火的淬炼,青春铜浇铁铸般的成长,站成一排永不低头的山岗。3听,那战斗的号角,如同暴风雪的喧响。少女的心绪、平凡的梦想,都已化做刺刀与火,听从自由的召唤。 A frozen Colo, ah, I heard you crying in the darkness. Chiselled condensation of grief, scoop does not return to the silence and peace. Eighteen Gen. lit ice and snow, the village under the iron hoof! 2 no tears, no hesitation, the grief of the Coro River, on the immature shoulders. Intertwined love and hate, the quench of blood and fire, young cast bronze cast iron growth, standing in a row will never bow down the hill. 3 Listen, that horn of battle, as the snow storm noisy. Girl’s mood, ordinary dreams, have become the bayonets and fire, follow the call of freedom.