Blood of fighters

Here, our country Place of rice spread
rich sea
Our land fertile, Lord ...

In this picturesque country,
Millions of people covered in cuts
Not skinny school child
Swain not work

They were deprived of the right
Displaced and hungry
Mother let the blood of our fighters,
To liberate the people

They were deprived of the right
Displaced and hungry
Mother let the blood of our fighters,
Our promise to you
We serve you