Drunk River Basin (a) Bagpipes, said men in the number of childhood Bagpipes man Get wind of the bamboo with the whole city Although they grew up loving to sing the same song The throat is sad To flow through the years Qiqiyiai That loss of the two sides are waiting for spring plowing and winter with the Pan The notes of a broken river splashes Upstream of many stalagmites breath flowers blue bell The lower than much better than the rustling The cry of good horses along the river Remembered childhood love to sing that song Sad days Qiqiyiyi to flow through the throat Flow through the strait without plowing The two sides agreed ah still dedicated to the Virgin with Drunk River Basin (b) They looked at the empty cup every night (When the brothers had _set_ off on the drinking wives really like it!) Yes, on the pleasure boat is slamming Start of the Marriage on the masts that stand in the sixth They looked at the red candle every night (When the brother who is deceased and who has been regarded as wives ni!) The whole basin is a brown plant growth (I am similar to a lamp post wrapped in so!) Then they let the wind swelled the black cloak The magnificent city as an earthquake Ah the night they pay very slow very slow neck and nailed to the cross on it