On the road to Mandalay
All the soldiers loose their way
When the river’s like a thread 
Go through forests by the red 
When it reaches the distant meadow 
It covers reed with crimson billow
On the road to Mandalay

On the road to Mandalay
All the soldiers loose their way
To afraid to get the lead
To merge the river which is red
It praise the shadows of the past
By muring soldiers in the dust
On the road to Mandalay