歌词翻译（英文）
Song of Guerrilla
We are all sharpshooters,
Each bullet kills one enemy.
We are all flying soldiers,
No fear of high mountains and deep water.
In the luxuriant forests
Are comrades' campsites widely arranged.
High on the hill
Are our countless brothers.
Out of food, out of clothes,
Enemies provide us with them.
Lack of guns, lack of cannons,
Enemies make them for us.
We live on this land,
Each piece of the land belongs to us.
If someone dares to rob,
We shall fight with him to the bitter end!
No matter how cruel the Japs are,
We brothers fight so heroically and bravely.
No matter how ruthless their guns are,
They can't find our traces at all.
Just let them rampage,
Our positions are put in their rear.
The more their front extends,
The more our troop expands.
No matter whether rich or poor,
400 million compatriots get in arms.
No matter what party you belong to,
Everyone come to resist!
We strengthen ourselves in battles,
The Japs are approaching their end.
On the day of victory,
The dawn of world's peace shows up.