One
The sound of pine wind, the sound of loose waves,
You're the language of the mountains —
The listening of heaven and earth,
A different kind of silence.
You keep telling the wind
Tell the rain
Tell the snow
Pine is the wind bone of the mountain,
The soul of the mountain!
The secret of the earth,
From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
The secret of the sky,
From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
The mountain god is asleep,
Let go of her mount,
The tiger is wandering,
Roaring arrogantly.
Things in the mountains and forests,
Passed down for thousands of years,
Told to you a thousand times,
You can't possibly get it.
Two
The sound of the pine wind, the sound of the waves,
I've had to listen for a long time.
It seems to be a voice from ancient times,
I didn't understand,
I always felt that the mountain god was sleeping.
I started chopping down a pine tree,
The sound of banging resounded through the mountains.
Pine trees threw themselves to the ground.
I smell the aroma of pine oil,
Listen to the pine wind again, the loose waves,
This ancient voice,
It is the breath of the mountain god.
She slept from ancient times to the present,
How peacefully she slept!
The tiger is afraid of my axe,
I'm afraid of waking up the mountain god!
I've walked into the woods a thousand times,
Listen to the pine wind, the wind of the pine waves,
Wonder why the mountain god slept for so long.