歌词翻译 (English)
Festival of the Dead: Bless the Children
Bless your eyes, may you see everything
Bless your nose, may you smell fragrance
Bless your ears, may you hear everything
Bless your mouth, may you eat well
Bless your hands, may you have money and grain
Bless your feet, may you be in the paradise
A minivan carries the cremains
After laying the dead down.
Trumpets play a tune of pain,
Suonas are being blown.
Black weeds go on the hills,
Kin and friends holding wreaths;
Soon they come by the graveyard,
Feel too frightened to breathe.
The eldest son wields banners,
The daughter holds the portraits.
The second son takes the urns,
And puts the parents in the grave.
The parents not well cared when alive,
After death, they are well grieved.
Their children require them to bless,
So they could much money achieve.
Repeat
The old couple died so poorly!
No one cared of them on the bed.
More detestable, on their day of death,
They couldn't even be dressed.
The children gazing mutually,
None of them dared come forward.
Is it your parents lying here?
Still staring at you cowards!
Raising sons is to provide against old age
Girls are to provide warmth.
No tears fall from the children's eyes,
They just want the funeral expense.
Legacy over 100,000 yuan in total,
All carved up by the children.
This is a song of the Festival of the Dead for you,
Remember to be dutiful to your aged parents!