I Am Wei Heshang in the War of Resistance

In the lush green fields of sorghum stands a bald, bright-headed man,

All the pretty young women adore the gun he carries.

Once he sets his sights on a Japanese devil, it’s as good as dead,

One shot each, and the Japanese go cold right through the heart,

Oh, oh, cold right through the heart!

Follow me, Monk Wei, and let’s give those Japanese devils a good beating!