My motherland and I are inseparable all the time.
No matter where I go, there is an anthem in my heart.
I sing about each mountains, I sing about each rivers.
(or is it “I sing with every mountains, I sing with every rivers”?)
About (with?) spiral of smoke, little villages, the track of wheels on the roads.
My dear motherland, forever I am near to your heart.
You cast your love to me just like a mother.
My motherland and I are like the sea and the wave.
The wave is the son of the sea, and the sea supports the wave.
Whenever the sea is smiling, I am smiling at the whirlpool.
(I don’t understand this sentence “smiling at the whirlpool”, need more local knowledge.)
I worry your worries, am happy for your happiness.
My dear motherland, you are the sea that will never be dry.
Always give me the blue waves, the songs in my heart.