I was cast into the Red dust when I was born
I don't know whether I could laugh or mourn
I was soon brain washed by the Red water
Up to now I am bound by the Red rope n cotter
I experienced the Natural disaster n the Red sea
I boldly n endlessly struggled to get me free
Only to find the binding tighter n harder
A butterfly can never fly away without butter
Time came to 1989 the Year of deadly dread
A hat of counter-revolutionist put on my head
The Big Brother has been watching me all the time
I really should have given him a big n red dime
It's not fair not fair absolutely not fair
The White Feather has become the Red Hair
People are not allowed to walk in People's Square
Sufferings n wrongs as mountains to bear
We are told not to ask why
We are born only to do n die
Gun barrels determine everything n all
The People's Hall much stronger than Berlin Wall
Give me liberty or death oh my God
The white-haired man thanks You a lot
The Red Dust will be cleaned the Rope cut
The Blue sky returns while big games shut