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