SPRING FESTIVAL

Once a year, it seems new.
Everybody knows, that which can change does not.
Those who pretend to be confused are those who are the clearest.
Those who are the most excited understand the most.

One chance a year to laugh and let off some steam.
Nothing straightforward, nor simply bitter;
Unstimulating sentiments,
Make up the charismatic culture and blood of the East.

The cycle is not long, just over three hundred days.
No long-term plan is the best insurance.
Hold up a fortified defense since fear is right in front of you.
Only one thing is left - keep saving money.

The best wish is to wish somebody gets rich.
Wishing that someone is safe never changes for eight hundred years.
Weak music always in my ears recalls eternal softness.
This is the wisdom of existence and the sea of happiness.

Sea of happiness.

The spring is here and it is no longer fresh.
Desire creeps into the body but has no experience with love.
Skewed thoughts emerge and lower the standards of rapture.
Life is surreal and I have forgotten that the soul exists.

One chance a year to sit in front of the TV.
Enjoying modern art or killing precious time?
Slowly I understand and accept new views;
Stability, unity and wealth - a limit nobody is able to surmount.

A limit nobody is able to surmount.

How come you're so serious, don't you ever feel satisfied?
Compared with many years ago, things are comfortable now;
Make money honestly, ensuring a prosperous future,
Maintain good personal relationships - a safe retreat.

Three hundred and sixty-five days - nothing but a natural rule.
Everything revolves in cycles, but stability means the most.
It couldn't be clearer that life only lasts seventy or eighty years.
The old can't be rejuvenated but the young are aging.

The young are slowly aging.

One chance a year to laugh and let off some steam.
Nothing straightforward, nor simply bitter;
Unstimulating sentiments,
Make up the charismatic culture and blood of the East.
Oh Yeah!
All the year round.
Oh Yo!
I hope you get rich.


music and lyrics: Cui Jian
translation: Ben Moger Williams

Cui Jian: vocals, guitar, programming
Eddie Randriamampionona: lead guitar
Zhang Ling: bass
Wang Lan: drums
Qiu Ye: backing vocals
Ba Te: backing vocals