蒙著眼睛，再見往日景仰地那樣一道疤痕

A song was heard in China in the city of Beijing.

In the spring of 1989 you could hear the people sing.

And it was the song of freedom that was ringing in the square.

The world could feel the passion of the people gathered there.

Oh children, blood is on the square.

For many nights and many days,

waiting in the square,

To build a better nation was the song that echoed there.

For we are China's children,

we love our native land

For brotherhood and freedom we are joining hand in hand

Oh children, blood is on the square.

Then came the people's Army with trucks and tanks and guns.

The government was frightened of their daughters and their sons.

But in the square was courage and a vision true and fair,

the army of the people would not harm the young ones there.

Oh children, blood is on the square.

On June the 3rd in China,in the spring of '89

An order came from high above and passed on down the line.

The soldiers opened fire,

young people bled and died,

The blood of thousands on the square that lies can never hide.

Oh children, blood is on the square.

For four more days of fury the people faced the guns.

How many thousands slaughtered when their grisly work was done?

They quickly burned the bodies to hide their coward's shame

But the blood is thick upon their hands and darkness on their names.

Oh children, blood is on the square.

There are tears that flow in China for children that are gone

There is fear and there is hiding 

For the killing still goes on

And the iron hand of terror

Can buy silence for today

But the blood that lies upon the square

Cannot be wash away

Oh children, blood is on the square!