In the American movie Brothers Company, Company E sang a song. Please help me translate!

The song that Alian sang in Brothers is Blood of the Ascending Man.

Blood on the Vertical Pipe is a military song in the TV series Brothers Company, which was widely sung by allied paratroopers in Europe at that time. At first glance, this song sounds calm and melodious and full of fighting spirit. In fact, the lyrics of this song describe a rookie paratrooper who jumped out of the cabin without a nylon strap attached to his parachute during skydiving practice, and his parachute failed, and finally fell to the ground because of excessive tension. During the period, I also described my psychological activities when I fell slightly ironically. Lyrics:

He's just a novice soldier. He must be shaking with fear.

He checked his equipment to make sure that his backpack was tight;

He had to sit and listen to those terrible engine roars,

"You won't dance again!"

(Chorus)

Bloody, bloody, what a terrible way to die,

Bloody, bloody, what a terrible way to die,

Bloody, bloody, what a terrible way to die,

He won't jump again!

"Is everyone happy?" The sergeant looked up and shouted,

Our hero answered "yes" feebly, and then they asked him to stand up;

He jumped into the cold wind and untied his fixed rope.

He won't dance again.

(Chorus)

He counted for a long time, counted loudly, and waited for the electric shock.

He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the terrible drop,

Silk flowing from his reserve wrapped his legs,

He won't dance again.

(Chorus)

The lifter was wrapped around his neck, and the connector broke his dome.

The hanging wire was tied in a knot on his skinny bones;

The canopy became his shroud; He dashed to the ground.

He won't dance again.

(Chorus)

The days when he lived, loved and laughed kept flashing through his mind.

He thought of the girl in his hometown, the girl he left behind;

He thought of medicine, and he wanted to know what they would find.

He won't dance again.

(Chorus)

Ambulances are on the scene, jeeps are running,

The medical staff jumped up, screamed with joy, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.

Because the last parachute failure was more than a week ago,

He won't dance again.

(Chorus)

He hit the ground with a bang, and his blood was sprayed high;

His comrades-in-arms, who were very hurt, said, "What a terrible death!"

He lay there, rolling in a pool of blood,

He won't dance again.

(Chorus)

(slowly and solemnly; About half the speed of other poems)

There's blood on the elevator, brains on the slide,

Intestines hung on his paratrooper suit,

He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him out of his boots.

He won't dance again.

Bloody, bloody, what a terrible way to die,

Bloody, bloody, what a terrible way to die,

Bloody, bloody, what a terrible way to die,

He won't jump again!

Lyrics translation:

Novice paratroopers jump virgins. He was sweating all over.

Check the equipment and fasten the umbrella bag for fear of accidents.

He sat up straight, and the roar of the engine was already shocking.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

The monitor shouted "Are you happy?"

Our hero timidly said yes and was taken to the door of the hut.

He jumped into the wind, but his umbrella hook didn't hang properly.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

He counted loudly for a long time, waiting for the umbrella to open.

When the wind blows through JJ, you will know how terrible gravity is.

The spare umbrella bag opened automatically and wrapped his legs.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

The umbrella rope wraps around the neck and the umbrella flower scratches.

They are all skin and bones, and the umbrella rope can't be untied.

The parachute became a shroud, and he was almost finished.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

Only the cardamom flower season is beautiful, and the memories are precious.

I miss the spoony girl in my hometown more and miss you every night.

Collecting bodies is also a chore. I don't know how tired it is.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

The ambulance stepped on it accurately, and the jeep ran quickly.

The medic cheered and rubbed his hands to find something to do.

I haven't had an accident for a week, which is really helpless.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

He hit the ground with a bang, and his blood spattered three feet away.

His teammates couldn't help shouting, "What a fucking tragedy!"

I saw blood spurting like diabetes insipidus, and the paste trembled.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

The umbrella flower is painted with blood-stained umbrella rope brains.

The fat intestines flowed out of the infantry jacket and swayed.

Helmet boots poured out his last bit of meat sauce.

Losers can't skydive anymore!

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

This is a tragic way of bleeding to death.

Losers can't skydive anymore!