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Bai Hua

Hate

This hate has the smell of fatty meat 
And the smell of ribs 
It springs from ideology’s flat chest 
And from the excess hair of class 

I have met her, this woman who hates with every cell 
She wears a bleak political uniform 
Her face filled with a sex-changed world view 
Her nerves slack after three years of kow-towing 

Has she gone mad, this inhuman soul? 
Watch how this Red woman soldier who wallows in struggle 
Is starting an uprising, from her flesh to her breathing 
To the blind venom that drips from her teeth 

A woman who lives only to hate 
A pathetic woman whose lungs burn 
She is here in amongst us already 
And her war on us has begun

<恨>

<恨>

這恨的氣味是肥肉的氣味
也是兩排肋骨的氣味
它源於意識形態的平胸
也源於階級的多毛症

我碰見了她,這個全身長恨的人
她穿著慘淡的政治武裝
一臉變性術的世界觀
三年來除了磕頭就神經渙散

這非人的魂魄瘋了嗎?
這沉緬於鬥爭的紅色娘子軍
看!她正起義,從肉體直到喘氣
直到牙齒浸滿盲目的毒汁

一個只為恨而活著的人
一個烈火燒肺的可憐人
她已來到我們中間
她開始了對人類的深仇大恨
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Hate

This hate has the smell of fatty meat 
And the smell of ribs 
It springs from ideology’s flat chest 
And from the excess hair of class 

I have met her, this woman who hates with every cell 
She wears a bleak political uniform 
Her face filled with a sex-changed world view 
Her nerves slack after three years of kow-towing 

Has she gone mad, this inhuman soul? 
Watch how this Red woman soldier who wallows in struggle 
Is starting an uprising, from her flesh to her breathing 
To the blind venom that drips from her teeth 

A woman who lives only to hate 
A pathetic woman whose lungs burn 
She is here in amongst us already 
And her war on us has begun

Hate

This hate has the smell of fatty meat 
And the smell of ribs 
It springs from ideology’s flat chest 
And from the excess hair of class 

I have met her, this woman who hates with every cell 
She wears a bleak political uniform 
Her face filled with a sex-changed world view 
Her nerves slack after three years of kow-towing 

Has she gone mad, this inhuman soul? 
Watch how this Red woman soldier who wallows in struggle 
Is starting an uprising, from her flesh to her breathing 
To the blind venom that drips from her teeth 

A woman who lives only to hate 
A pathetic woman whose lungs burn 
She is here in amongst us already 
And her war on us has begun
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