Too, demanded return of Kuomintang’s unjustified procurement,

Were expected to build the Republic of Taiwan.

These very many nation-building champions,

Had before gathered popular support,

Produced the popular drive to build our nation.

Disappointingly, person by person, owns a mountain as a head,

One by one becomes a fish head.

From a brave and fierce beginning,

Descend into the R.O.C. fermentation jar.

All, pickled into the Chinese stinky tofu that truly smells.

Some said it tastes good,

Some cannot adapt,

Some won’t dare to touch it;

Quarreling without end.

Years in pandemonium,

The smelly old Ma finally cropped up from the commotion.

With one and the only Holy Mountain, always immovable, our Great Mountain;

This is Taiwanese people’s Heavenly Light.

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