Came out after a month of siege, saw thin autumn clouds scattered over the ridge of Dabuwon
The place where the gunfire exchanged between You and I cried out for a month Ah,
Dabuwon was located so close to Daegu
In order to save a small village in the land of freedom Didn't even an yearly plant or three fully end its life? Please don't ask why, what the sacrifice is in this desolate landscape for?
The corpse of a warhorse with only the head left up in the posture that
we cried out to the sky As if weeping for one's own remorse
The suffering warrior who fell by the side of the road took his life under one sky early
The living spirits that used to move are now rather cold in the autumn wind Dabuwon,
rotting with the smell of mackerel, there is no truth in fate
If you can't believe it either, what rest is there for this poor corpse?
Dabuwon, where sees we living again, both the dead and the living
There is no happy house, but only the wind blows