The sound of forest birds welcoming the dawn, Singing loudly on the branches her

The sound of forest birds welcoming the dawn, Singing loudly on the branches here and there, Dew drops soaking the peach branches, It seems like we've lost our way into a fairy cave, My homeland!, Our high mountains and streams, who is like that guy? Why come down to the village tomorrow for the shooting competition?? Hey girl I love, if you go down to the village with the golden horse I'll pick you up Why don't you put your gun away and come back with me to the market, girl Why don't you remember to practice shooting early tomorrow morning When I shoot outside, I'll give you flowers to the people in the village next door. Oh the girl I love If tomorrow the bullet comes