The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow
The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow
The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow

When we look up
the fields are white
the fields are white with harvest in the morning light
And mountain ranges one by one
rise red beneath our harvest moon
And mountain ranges one by one
Rise red beneath our harvest moon
Rise red beneath our harvest moon
When we look up
the mountain ranges rise beneath,
the moon and fields are white

The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow
The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow
The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow

The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow
The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow
The people are heroes now, the behemoth pulls the peasants’ plow