Luocha Kingdom song translated

Loucha kingdom is to our east 26,000 miles away

Had to cross a vast terrain of muddy, smelly, swampy lands (cesspool)

Just to reach an Evil river

The river flows through a “Coco” Den (brothel)

Coco Den is headed by a pimp called “Mahu”

A famous fellow within the vicinity

She has 3 nostrils with 2 huge ear-lopes touching shoulders (very ugly)

She turns her butt before speaking (very rude, snobbish)

She stays in the nest daily to hatch eggs

Because she thinks that she is a hen in her whole life (live in fantasies)

That “Mahu” doesn’t know he is a donkey (Ass)

That “Youniao” doesn’t know she is a chicken(Bitch, whore)

Decorate those ranch fences with ornaments in style

Like eunuchs in the past with grand lifestyles

Ai, ai, aiya

From the west comes a young guy called “Maji”

Handsome and charismatic, he is from China

He had to steer and fight the stormy waves

Overcome torrent rapids to reach the banks of dangerous lands

He saw a world turned upside down in Luocha Kingdom

“Mahu” loves to listen to “Youniao” sing

The hens cry like a rooster at midnight

Like those whores that open doors halfway to attract customers

The hen is painted red wings, green on black skin

With colourful crowns and golden-plated toenails

But those coal balls are black originally

No matter how you wash, they are still very dirty

That “Mahu” doesn’t know he is a donkey

That “Youniao” doesn’t know she is a chicken

How can the pictures of hogs & and dogs be framed and displayed?

Where one regards the shoehorn as jade

It’s painted red wings, green on black skin. With colourful crowns and golden plated toenails

But those coal balls are black originally,

no matter how you wash, they are very dirty

The word “Love” has a heart inside, but not all hearts are kind

With Hundreds of love come thousands of bad things

The word 'Good' may not be all good

Some are like hornet bees

From the west in Europe, there is a steel merchant

He had a son named (John) Ludwig Wittgenstein

His philosophy is “Mahu” is a donkey,” Youniao” is a chicken

So, is “Mahu” a donkey or is ”Youniao” a chicken?

Is a Donkey a chicken? Or a chicken a donkey?

That “Mahu” and ”Youniao” is the root cause of our problems

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